Judgemental B*tch

For the last few weeks I haven't communicated with any new matches. There was the one nice date. And this other boy from 2010 won't go away, but isn't making forward progress. We're still talking about dream vacations and favorite things to do in the city. I can't decide if he's blah or pompous, but maybe he's both.

That being said, a few men have tried to initiate conversation and I've closed them, mostly because they live to far away. But one because he looked like a college frat boy and one because I wasn't attracted to anything in his profile.

I'm a little disappointed in myself. I am supposed to be learning How to Date, not how to avoid dating. This online experience is turning out to be just as non-productive as offline dating. I'm unsure if I'm just being picky. Is being picky a good or bad thing?

Maybe I should be giving more of these men a chance.

2 is better than 1

Yesterday was the most convenient date of my life. We ended up going literally across the street for a couple drinks, which was a relief, because Philly's pretty icey these days and we all know how good I am at falling down. I showed up at 7:30 and he was there at 7:31, which was perfect. We started the evening out at a table, but moved to the bar once the place cleared out.

It was two and half hours of easy conversation. I've heard it said that as much as we like to think that human beings are unique, we often look for similarities. Here's a sampling of our “similarities”

He teaches middle school (math) = My mom teaches middle school (science)
He was a college althelete (rugby) = I was a college athlete (rowing)

Both of us recongize that they are similar because they were easiest sport to join.

But after we moved to the bar, things took an unsual turn. All of a sudden, the bartender, hereafter known as Hottie, joined our date.

Hottie used to teach middle school math = see above.

Hottie lived in a random Illinois town = My date lived in that same town.

Hottie moved to the random town for a job with ABC company = My date move there because his dad worked for ABC company.

Have I mentioned that the bartender is hot? Hot and Tall. With an amazing smile. Hottie asked where my favorite cheesestake place. True confession: I've never had a cheesestake. Date almost walked away right then and Hottie offered to cover the bill. But then they both were....dare I say, competing to see which one could teach me more about the places to go in Philly. I kept reminding myself that I'm here with DATE. I could come back to talk with Hottie another night.

Because it was a school night, date walked me home (10 yards) around 10pm. We kissed a couple times at the stoop, which is when I realized that my date totally lied about being 5'9”. Luckily, I ignored my friend's advice to wear heels. And, although he was wearing a puffy jacket, I suspect he's skinnier than me. But we had so much fun talking that I'm willing to overlook these small things. And if he doesn't call, there's always Mr. Hottie. I think he's into me.