Oh, I had a date

Well, the past few days have been leaving the house at 10 am and not getting back until 2 am. No time to type.

I had my date on Thursday night. It went fine.

We decided to meet at Jones Bar. That is the same place I had my last first date. I don't think I will go there again. It is more a third date place. Cool and dark, but too loud. Better for sitting real close to someone.

I was in a good frame of mind about this because I already have another date with a different girl, and this one wasn't someone I had been hoping to date. It was a blind date, in a way. I got to the bar about 15 minutes early, and ordered a drink, and scoped out a good place to sit.

I found a spot at the bar after about 5 minutes, and waited for her to arrive. As I waited, a gorgeous girl sat down next to me, and said, I know you are waiting for someone else, but can I just sit here while I order a drink. I said yeah, and we started to talk, but then my date arrived, and she had to go. Damn.

G was an attractive girl. I had seen a picture of her, but it didn't do justice. In fact, from her picture, I was kind of turned off. She looks much better in real life, but still I found no real spark kick in for me.

She sat and ordered. She is a real drinker, so I felt comfortable around her. Not one of those judgemental girls, like the last date I had.

We talked theatre, and Bosnia, and work, and comedy, and blah, blah, blah. It was a fine conversation, but never was I falling for her. I enjoyed it, but you know. Whatever.

We moved to a table to eat, because she was hungry. She ordered calamari, and I thought, Perfect, the litmus test! The last girl didn't want to use her fingers, and scooped the sauce out onto her own plate, and was just uptight in general. G instantly picked up a piece with her finger and dipped it into the sauce and before she bit into it, stopped and told me to eat. All a good sign.

I paid for the bill, mostly because I had started a tab with the first drink, and I guess I'm kind of old fashioned that way. She insisted on paying, but I stopped her. We left after about 2 1/2 hours. I walked her to the valet, and kissed her goodnight.

I didn't really feel anything again with the kiss. I don't know. Maybe I was nervous, and couldn't get into it, or maybe she is a pretty, nice, and funny girl, and those are great, but it isn't working for me.

Anyway, I didn't say anything like I'll call you, or see you soon. She kept talking about doing something else, and I would nod and laugh, and smile.

The only thing that bugged me about her is she asked me three times what I had to do the next day. Ask me twice, ok, you forgot once, but ask me three times? You ain't listening to me.

I heard from MM, who set us up, that she was impressed with me. Wants me to take her out again. He also told me that she asked why I was still single, and he fessed to her that I was recently divorced. She seemed to be concerned about a failed relationship, but MM told her that would be between her and I. Hey, if she has a hang up about it, then she can blow it out her ass.

I guess I am in the right frame of mind.

I suppose I will take her out again. She was cool and fun. We'll see if any sort of spark ignites. If I take her out again, and we make out, and still nothing, then that is it. Not enough time or money to put it towards that. Plus, like I said, there is always the other date with the other girl.