So, I was not at all nervous about this date. The online profile he had responded to is one that recounts the, we'll say "mishaps" of a certain date (he was shocked when I told him all of the mishaps were from only one date) followed by a request made to the men of Baltimore for a good date. In his response, he obliged even if it was just as friends or "for science". PERFECT!! :) Now, whether guys ever actually mean that or he's just full of it is yet to be determined, but, nonetheless he seemed like a perfectly nice guy and totally someone I'd be friends with in real life, so we met up for drinks. He had chosen a bar I went to a couple of weeks ago for the first time and had gotten along with one of the bartenders quite well. Admittedly, in the back of my mind I was wondering if he'd be there that night. While he was in fact there, I actually spent the first part of the date quite distracted by another element. Here's where I'm about to get a little bit vulnerable with you guys...I sweat like a man (thanks, Dad). Now, this wonderful trait is usually the most evident while I'm dancing, which isn't a huge deal since I am in no way alone in this falibility, especially in the summer, but it is definitely a trait that likes to rear its ugly head at other--sometimes completely inappropriate--occasions. In this matter, it was completely my fault, but still quite distracting. I ended up parking my car a riduculously (and completely unnecessarily) far distance away from the bar. It was quite warm yesterday, if you'll remember, so walking about 7 blocks was not really the best idea. The main problem was that in situations like that where I'm trying to put the heat out of my mind, it ends up just catching up to me once I'm sitting and resting. Hence, spending the first half hour of the date thinking "Oh my GOD! I feel disgusting!" and trying not to be too distracted by the whole situation.
Overall, it was a perfectly fine date and we found common ground in many areas. He had been involved in theater before as well and he ended up asking me if I missed it--which I had not been asked in a very long time. He's also a big foodie, so we discussed cooking and restaurants and such, and there were no real breaks or awkward pauses at all. But one of the observations I've made about these dates is that with the lack of witty banter, it ends up feeling much more like a job interview or business meeting than a date. I'll admit--I'm a total sucker for witty banter and, I'm sure based in great part to the family I grew up in, find it completely necessary for any type of true chemistry. I'm sure this is why the cumulative 5-10 minute interaction with the bartender is the only really memorable interaction from the evening. Especially since I had to defend myself from one of his jabs while in the middle of a story I was telling to my date. In hindsight, maybe not the best move, but seriously! Whatever, he started it, I'm just saying! Anyway, back to the date, like I said he was a nice guy and I think we could be good friends, but beyond that it may not go much farther. As far as the bar is concerned--I'm definitely a fan of banter with the bartender (he's also quite a fan of my tattoo), so I'm sure I'll be back there at some point when I feel like going out and being verbally accosted :)
So, from here on out, I have another date tonight and then will be cutting back a bit due to schoolwork, but will be sure to use a slow week to share the Tale of Eagle Tattoo Guy (its epic--you won't want to miss it) as well as a reflective post in the next month-ish on general observations and things I've been learning over the course of this experiment. This has certainly been a learning experience. Thanks for reading and for leaving such wonderfully positive feedback!! You guys are awesome :)
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