My beer goggles are better than my glasses

I had my date with Ted yesterday and to say I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. He is adorable. Super sweet and holy garbage (!!!) he is easy on the eyes. He was wearing jeans, old school Adidas and a tight tshirt. The dude has arms that made me want to be a hugger. I don't consider myself a super shallow person so that's all I'll say about his appearance.

We met for coffee. I was on time, which was a miracle considering I made a couple of bone-headed decisions before the date and ended up with 10 minutes to get ready. I'm not quite sure why but I thought it was fine to dye my hair and whiten my teeth an hour before my date. Obviously, I am all-natural.

Because I only had 10 minutes, I spent 90 seconds on my makeup and showed up with wet hair. I didn't think that there was any potential for this dude so I didn't put in a whole lot of effort - just goes to show you - being judgemental makes Betti a douchebag with wet hair.

So back to the date - he was early and drinking an iced tea, reading the paper. We chatted for over an hour. (Betti's internal monologue went something like this... There is something sexy about a man in Adidas reading the Post. I like his sneakers. He looks pretty young. I wonder how old he is...)

He lives in my neighborhood. (So convenient.) He has lived in DC for a while. (Great! I don't have to be a tour guide.) He has a dog. (Yay. Me too.) He's an engineer. (Awesome. I like smart guys.) He plays lacrosse. On a team. (Hooray, I'm looking for an active guy who will want to go running with me.) He doesn't drink coffee. (That's cool, I drink enough for the two of us.) He doesn't like having 95 days over 90 degrees. (Me neither, but who does?) He used to work in construction and has remodeled his house. (A home owner who knows how to fix shit? I'm drooling.) He wants to take ballroom dance classes. (Seriously?!? Do you want me to fall in love with you right now?) He's moving to California in October. (Insert sad trombone here.)

So, I am going to see if he wants to be my dance partner until he leaves. I think I'll text him (with proper punctuation and spelling) this evening and see if he wants to try latin dancing tomorrow night. Maybe he'll want to dance with me, maybe he won't. But it's nice to know that my extra thick beer goggles have such good taste.

At the end of the date we walked to the corner and he said, "Good talk." Not sure what that means but it was so weird I wondered if he was going to punch my shoulder in a 'hey old chum' fashion. Regardless I'm going to text him about dancing and if he says yes I'll be sure to let you know.

For the record: I bought my coffee.