When I first met Dave it was a day after Mike had fucked up and the date had been…well, underwhelming. His sense of humor seemed dry. I didn’t quite get him. And so I just wrote it off as another first meeting/date that just wasn’t meant to me. Simple.
Over the week following the date, which was also Christmas week, we texted a couple times. It was nothing serious, nothing intriguing or even really interesting per se. More cordial. “Hope you’re having a nice holiday” and that kind of blah blah. Small talk jazz, ya know. Monday morning on my way to work I got a text from him asking how my weekend was and after responding I got the following: “Do you have any free time this week? I’d like to see you again.” I hadn’t even really considered seeing him again until I got that very definitive message. And I liked it. The very simple “I’d like to see you again” got me and a date was set for Wednesday night.
On Tuesday I had lunch with MB and told her about the underwhelming date and how – out of boredom – I’d agreed to another. “I think you should definitely go, Barista. Think about it like this,” she said and I stared across the table intently, waiting on her next words. “You like the exciting guys, the ones who spark something right away. But those guys are realllly good at first dates. This guy may have seemed kinda lame, but maybe that just means he’s not as good at first dates. He’s not used to doing it and could have been nervous. Give him a chance.” The words spoke to me. They made sense.
The last few realllly exciting dates I’d been on had, in fact, been with those first date masters. The ones who are pros at it and make you all tingly in an instant. I generally like that, but looking at my track record with said men it made sense to switch things up a bit.
So when Dave told me where he wanted us to meet I got a little more excited. It was a new place that had been open less than a month, one I’d just read about that same day and added to my places to try. I started to get a teensy bit excited, yet held onto the caution instilled in me from all my previous dates.
I put on a cute lil dress and some tall boots and went to meet Dave a couple hours after work tonight. When I walked up to him I was still unsure. He seemed just as I remembered him – dry, odd, nothing I could understand. But I donned a big smile and waited as he paid his bar tab and led us to our table in this cute, and very purple, new place.
And what followed was a fantastic, laughter-filled, wonderfully great second date. I was truly shocked by how much I enjoyed myself. Even more shocked by the fact that I hadn’t picked up my blackberry or looked at the time once the whole night…imagine my surprise when I got to my car and it was 12:15! On a school night!
After dinner we’d stood outside by my truck talking for a bit until my bare legs were just too cold for me to stand it and I told him I was going home. Two quick hugs, no kiss and also no doubt that there will be another date soon. I’m so glad I gave Dave another chance. There is no super duper giddy feeling, but there is a pleasant smile on my face and I’m certain we can have a good time together – right now that’s enough for this girl!
Way to get back out there! *clapping*
“…….and waited as he paid his bar tab and led us to our table in this cute, and very purple, new place.”
Hey, at least it wasn’t yellow. :) Good for you!