On Wednesday night, I went on my first date in umm... like 5 months. And it was at 9:30pm. GO ME! I'm livin' it up, even with one bum lung. Holla! I recently started using Coffee Meets Bagel. Well, that's a lie - I've had it forever and I HATE it. I never feel compelled by the profiles and the interface is not what I'm used to. You get a match every day and the person is friends with someone you're friends with on Facebook. You can reject or accept them. If you both accept, it opens up a text line with them and you can make plans and set up dates, etc etc. The profiles have four photos and some really basic information. I'm more of an OKCupid girl - where I can read someone's profile, get a really good sense of them, have some back and forth, and then go out. The whole 'match a day' thing can get overwhelming if you get a lot of matches that you connect with. Also, I hate not being able to browse. So, I've had this for around 8 months, but have never met anyone off of it, even when I matched with people.
Anyways... on Monday, I matched with a boy that looked fairly cute, was 6'4" and from Australia - and a physics PhD. Yes, please! He texted and I was really pleased to find that we had a lot of stuff in common. He likes musicals and BBC shows and theater and seemed really nice and genuine. We texted back and forth on Monday, and then on Wednesday, he asked if I'd like to get a drink with him that night. Normally, you know I'm not a spontaneous kind of girl, but he was cute and it's been so long that I said yes. Oh, also weird randomness - Vest knows who he is because they have mutual friends in common. So I got assurance from Vest that the Aussie (let's just call him that) was attractive. He also said he was "awkward in a way you would like." That sounded good.
I picked Bloodhound and we got drinks there on Wednesday. It wasn't like my typical dates - I didn't get shitfaced drunk, I kept the sex talk to a minimum, and it was only like two hours - but it was really nice and refreshing. Aussie is even more attractive in person than in photos. He has the most genuine sweet smile I have ever seen on a man. I'm gonna be vain here, but I have a pretty fucking amazing smile. No, seriously, I do. Randos tell me that shit all the time and it's the #1 compliment I receive, so I'm going to just own it at this point. His smile, though - SO much better than mine. I love that he was so passionate about his work and about singing and he loves Argentine dance and knows Hedwig and the Angry Inch (one of my fave plays), but still sleeps with women. I mean - sigh, soon, faint, dead. Like, for real. He was a little shy and reserved, though, which I was nervous about. I think I sometimes fear being my full self in front of guys who aren't as out there as I am. Since we only had one drink, I wasn't really loose enough to be the normal crazy chick I am.
I'm still not sure if he was super into it, though. I mean, we had good conversation. There were some lulls, but I let them be and didn't try to fill the space, which is new for me. He asked me about my sex ed stuff and I talked about bestiality and strippers a bit, so I don't know if that was too much for him. He did make a joke about us going to the Cat Club for Bondage A-Go-Go, which was funny to me. I told him about Bring Your Human Pet Night at Wicked Grounds and he asked me what kind of human pet I would be. He didn't seem that put off by it, but I didn't know if he was just being nice. The one drink thing was weird. He ordered me a drink of my choice and put a card down for tab, but then never asked if I wanted another one. I wasn't sure if I should've asked him if he wanted a drink and bought him one. It was weird, but we both needed to be up early the next day so maybe that was it. Then, there was the moment when I made fun of people who carry backpacks to bars and of course, he had a backpack. LORD ALMIGHTY. I apologized profusely and he said all was forgiven, but a real foot in the mouth moment there.
Our goodbye was so awkward. Basically, he had to leave to head back to the East Bay and I had an 8am the next morning, so we left the bar. He asked how I was getting home and I told him by bus, which was right near his BART station. We walked there and I enjoyed the talk on the walk back. He's lowkey funny and made some jokes and quips that led me to believe that we could get on well. My bus was coming, though, and I was about to miss it, so he ran to hold it for me. Then we did an awkward hug as the bus driver and the people on the bus were watching (I hate people looking at me lol) and he gave me that amazing smile and I waved at him as the bus pulled off. I texted him to say I had a good time and would like to hang out again and goodnight. He wrote back and said he had a good time, too. And now we play that waiting game that is SO annoying with dating. I texted him today but I had forgotten he was going to wine country with his acapella group, so it was a brief exchange. I feel like our second date should be something more active and less just us sitting. If he'll have me, I'm going to suggest going out dancing. I've never done any Argentine tango, but it sounds sexy and an excuse for me to wear this brand new HOT red dress I bought. Stay tuned!
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