I just got home from a date and I am a bit amped up so I figured I'd tell you about it. I went out with a dude, let's call him Henry. He is in his early 30s and a college professor. My favorite bartender at my favorite bar set me up with him via a cocktail napkin. Awesome. We've been emailing for two weeks and finally decided to meet up.
We were meeting at 8:00p and I got home from work at 7:35p. I walked my dog and got home at 7:50p. The bar we were meeting at was only a block from my place so I decided it was okay to leave at 8:00p and be a few minutes late, which meant I had ten minutes. Did I fire up the flat iron and put on some makeup? No. I wolfed down two hotdogs and watched four minutes of One Tree Hill I taped from the Soap network earlier that day. The hot dogs were delicious. I then rinsed my mouth out with tap water and popped in two pieces of gum hoping they would mask the ketchup, mustard and processed meat on my breath.
I got to the bar at 8:04p and had to tell the woman who greeted me that I was meeting a man but I didn't know what he looked like. Awkward. I made eye contact with this dude at the bar in a red, very well pressed shirt. We did that weird, "Henry?" (scrunched face) "Betti?" (sideways scrunched face). After realizing we were the date for the other we shook hands. His handshake was one of those handshakes that are too hard and last too long and kind of hurt your hand.
I sat down and ordered a beer and we started talking. The conversation was interesting. He was very intelligent and engaging but had a bit of a professorial know-it-all air to him. Talking to him was fun but I didn't get a hint of a butterfly or a spark or anything like that. After two beers I decided I was ready to bail and told the bartender I didn't have enough time for any more beer. So the nice (but not helpful in this particular situation) bartender gave me a half beer! Of course I couldn't turn it down a free half beer so I drank it and stayed a bit longer.
All in all I was on this date for two hours and 36 minutes. It was about an hour too long but only because I was tired, it was a school night and I am an old lady. I don't think I'll hear from him again and I don't really care if I do. He hangs out in the neighborhood so I know I'll see him again, probably this weekend. If I do see him, I'll ket you know about it.
For the record: We split the check.
