I had held off contacting this guy for a week or so in order to be able to set up a date within a matter of days rather than dealing with the risk of an overabundance of messages back and forth before meeting in person. Setting up the date, however, ended up being more of a story than the date itself. (I feel like I've typed that sentence before...) When we decided on a day, Sam* stated it worked for him and that is also happened to the pre-season Redskins/Ravens game so maybe we can find a bar that's playing it and watch it. Okay. Here's the deal: I actually really like football, I like screaming at the screen, and getting all riled up watching a game, but, dude, on the first date?? Also, he has no way of knowing this about me--there is nothing on my profile that says this and I even got rid of the picture of me with my Terrible Towel during the latest edit of my profiles. Oh yeah, and I'm a Steelers fan. So, that may be the most boring game in the world to make me watch because I don't care about the Redskins and I sure as hell am NOT going to root for the Ravens! Plus, if he turns out to be boring (as most of them do) I'm not going to want to stick around for a 3 hour game. Now, while all these red flags are flying up, let's remember that I've discussed the fact that my dating experience is somewhat limited, so I decided to run this message by a few of my friends. The result was a unanimous "WHAT?!?!?!" So, I went straight home and wrote a response stating that while I do enjoy the occasional football game, I don't really think its the optimal first date activity. Also, I'm a Steelers fan. His reply: "Uh-oh, a Steelers fan. I'm not sure this will work out--ha ha [Wow. Original, Sam. I've never heard that before living in BALTIMORE!] That's fine about the game. I don't follow pre-season that closely anyway [then why would you suggest it??]."
After deciding to meet at a bar in Fells Point, I get there a few minutes early (as usual) and after scanning the bar, take a seat in full view of the entrance. I really don't know what happened. Or, better yet, I don't know how it happened again! I'm sitting there drinking my Makers Mark and coke and waiting...glancing up at the door every so often in order to make sure I'm not missing him. And then somehow, I do. It took me about a half hour to finish my drink and that was long enough. I sent a text to a friend--Dr. Mario*-- who works at another bar in the area, scanned the bar one more time, and left. Upon arriving home later, I found out he had sent 2 messages--one an hour before the date making sure we were still on and that he was on his way and the second was sent at the exact time of the date stating that he had gotten a table, he was sitting alone and that I "couldn't miss" him. Of course I didn't receive these messages and had no way of doing so until I got home. Sigh. So, I sent a message back apologizing and telling him where I was and to let me know if he wanted to reschedule, but have yet to hear back from him so that one may be dead in the water, boys and girls.
Now, as I mentioned before, I contacted Dr. Mario, who works as a bartender in another bar before splitting and spent the next hour or so chilling there with him. But don't be disspointed, my friends, because this post is not remiss of a tale of social awkwardness. So, when I sat down at the bar, my friend introduced me to his friend, Zach*. We all chatted for a bit, I ordered a beer, and some food because I was STARVING. Right before my food came, this woman walks up to Zach and starts chatting him up. Now, this woman was a piece of work. She was wearing a shirt that--given the right...support, we'll say--may have done something for her, but...yeah, she was kind of a mess. In all honesty, I was so focused on my sandwich, that I didn't even notice what was going on 2 stools down from me until I was almost done and then, not taking into consideration that not everyone is a social masochist, sat silently and listened to the scene going on until she walked away a few minutes later. Once she walked away, Zach and I turn slowly turn towards each other and I bust. Out. Laughing. He is less than amused, but Dr. Mario and I have a good laugh about the whole situation. And then we did a round of shots to help Zach move past the trauma (however, she's apparently the resident trainwreck at the bar, so he knew what he was getting into when she approached him). So, while the social awkwardness did not involve me directly, I definitely want to provide some entertainment. We'll see if things look up soon...
* Pseudonyms, as usual
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