My second date, Preston, was certainly more interesting than the first one, although the hopes for a second date are about the same. I felt instantly comfortable with him and when he stood up from the table and went in for a hug, it was no problem. In all honesty, save for a few awkward pauses in conversation, it was almost a perfect first date. It lasted about an hour, when the waittress asked if we wanted food after our drink orders, we stuck to drinks (I can't tell you how many of these guys don't understand that concept), and he was very pleasant and interesting. We talked about our mutual love for Baltimore, how we prefer Baltimore to D.C., our families, our tattoos (he had several over his arms), music, movies...it was quite nice. As I mentioned, there were a few pauses in conversation, but it wasn't unbearable by any means. So, we had a few drinks, the offer was made to maybe get together for drinks again, a hug good-bye, we went our seperate ways, and I called a friend to meet me for drinks at a bar down the street and had a lovely evening.
On Sunday, I was actually expecting two dates, but ended up with one that was in and of itself surprising. I was supposed to have a brunch date that never actually came to fruition (eh, no harm, no foul).
Then, Sunday night I had a date with a guy that I was sure was going to be a disaster. This guy's profile was ridiculous and only managed to make him seem like he would date himself if he could; he was that incredible. The only issue was that he didn't really provide anything that seemed to back up this belief. So, after driving out of the city to meet him, I walk up and he's waiting outside. He's actually quite attractive (you couldn't tell completely by the ONE--ridiculous--photo on his profile) and pleasant, so we go inside and sit down at the bar. Overall, I was very pleasantly surprised by the date. There were no breaks in conversation, it was all very nice, and the date progressed naturally. He did keep making suggestions to go to another bar down the street, which I had to redirect every time. So, we started with drinks and after we were able to keep the conversation going for a while we ordered food as well. The only real issue was that while the conversation began by discussing beers and alcohol (we were in a pub, anyway) it really didn't stray from that topic for about 80% of the date. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm Irish--I can talk beer, wine, and whiskey for hours and I've got stories of my own, but when we have a hard time moving on in the conversation it always makes me a little wary. Eventually we talked about school and touched on family and such, but somehow the conversation always went back to one of his "oh and then my friends and I went out..." stories. Some that included driving when no one had any business doing so. Also, we got a complimentary shot and he made us do that "twisting the arms" thing--you know what I'm talking about? It was a little weird. He walked me to my car, we said good-bye, and that was it. Also, not a great kisser...at all, really. So, between all of that and wondering if the date seemed to go so well in comparison to the disaster I expected, I simply left it at face value: a suprisingly nice date.
Well, I have a couple of dates this week, but things will probably slow down a bit after that. Once again, we'll see what happens...
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