Since I'm dating in the city, I often have to park at least a block away from where we're meeting. I actually love this little walk as it gives me time to think, enjoy the city, and maybe say a prayer that this date will be good. However, there's a strange phenomenon that happens on my way to most of these dates. On this little walk, I rarely fail to pass at least one guy who makes me think "Huh, can I have a date with that guy?" Its ridiculous. Anyway, I was pretty excited about the date mainly because of the place we had chosen. There's a certain bar in Baltimore I had wanted to check out, but didn't want to go in alone. While I was waiting for my date to show up, one of the aforementioned "that guy"s walks by and right into the bar. So, my date shows up and we walk in and end up sitting right next to this guy who happens to be discussing my favorite whiskey with the bartender. Typically, I would try something new at a bar with such an extensive collection, but that particular day had been pretty atrocious, so I stuck with an old favorite--Johnnie Walker Black. The guy next to me and my date both ordered a scotch that is apparently the key ingredient in Johnnie Walker Black. My date had told me about the bartender at this bar who is this older woman who ran the place with her late husband and knows pretty much everything about scotch and whiskey. She was pretty awesome, actually. I totally want to go back and pick her brain--she's quite the character. Anyway, my date and I start talking and while I'm trying to focus on keeping up the conversation, I can't help but be distracted by this guy on the other side of me and he's chatting up the bartender. All I could think was that if I wasn't there with a date, I would totally be chatting them up, too. I will be going back at some point since it turned out to be such a gem of a place!
So, back to the date, he was nice enough and we talked about a lot of different things and it wasn't too awkward, but there were a few things that stuck out. The first was that he had this uncanny resemblance to one of my good friend's boyfriends in terms of a few little mannerisms. Which was weird. He also said "fail" a lot. Oh, and also--we may be related. No, really...he was asking about my parents and if they were both Irish and through further discussion we learned that our grandmothers have the same maiden name. Then he asked whether or not that side was originally from a certain area. Which they were. Weird. However, as I said, the bar was great, the bartender actually gave me a splash of what my date and the guy I wanted to flirt with was drinking for free, and we just kind of left things pretty open ended. I gave him my number in case he wanted to get together again and we may hang out, but nothing particularly mind-blowing.
My next date is one I've been working on for about a week...definitely, DEFINITELY looking forward to it!!
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