2/13/09 - Date Seventeen: Date Three

This is only the second third date I've had in 2009. And it was great. This is the third date with Mr. Backpack/Ethiopian food.

We met for dinner at a place he chose, where I hadn't been for years (literally) and so was excited to revisit and try again. We got there simultaneously and were seated before our reservation (He made a reservation! Planning, always a check plus in my book). We got drinks, ordered our food, laughed, talked, guffawed, pointed out a cockroach to the management that was crawling on the wall right behind my head which caused me to feel slightly nauseous for the rest of the meal and forced me to swallow my intense desire to scrap our food order, pay the tab, and get the hell outta there in search of a dining establishment that was infestation free. But, I controlled myself, decided not to make this little, yet incredibly disgusting and distressing event, the center of attention and moved on. This act of self-control became even more difficult when I saw the waitress kill another creepy crawly friend near the bar on the floor.

[Note: Right now, I'm really regretting that I have promised to leave details out about myself, my dates, and then necessarily places we go because if I hadn't I would light this place up and advise every reader to avoid like the plague. Bug issues aside, the food was awful and overpriced. If you know me and live in my city feel free to contact me for further details so you can save yourself from a similarly horrid dining experience.]

Ok, this isn't a food blog, so back to the date. Man oh man!!! This guy is really, really funny. Amazing personality. I was in stitches all night!! So, with the conversation flowing like hot lava, the dessert ordered and shared, and the tab paid, we moved on to another bar down the street. It ended up being really crowded so we rolled to another location. On the way out though, we ran into some friends of mine so I was able to introduce him to them and we chatted a bit then moved on to another bar down the street.

We settled in with a couple drinks (I bought this round because up until now, this guy has insisted on paying for everything. Another check plus, as you know). We again had sparkling and lively conversation amidst a bloody fight that broke out inside the bar, then spilled outside, followed by cops running through the bar, asking us if we'd seen anything, then sirens, ambulances, and general mayhem. It was great!!! I got a little information about his prior dating history, gave him a little info about mine and we shared our feelings about relationships in general and how we feel about this whole dating process. At the end of the day, we seem to be on the same page which can only be positive. This is the conversation one should have on date three ... so, as far as I can tell, things are progressing normally. Imagine that! I'm sort of shocked I can recognize normal at this point. But, I digress ...

We left, grabbed a cab, and I asked to be taken home first. This stuck him with the fare for both of us, which neither of us realized initially, but he graciously offered to pay for it, which was really sweet. We said goodnight and kissed. A nice, quick peck on the lips. I must say that I've been on the fence with this one because despite his wonderful conversational skills and sense of humor, I'm not in lust. I have continued to see him hoping that the lust would develop and decided that I needed to kiss him to see whether that lust even had a hope of existing.

I think it might.

So, today is Valentine's Day and he asked me last night what I was doing today ... I told him that I needed to do laundry, clean my place, run errands, etc. which is all true. I definitely want to see him again but was not feeling the Valentine's Day fourth date with no plans and forced romanticism, etc. So, we've been exchanging texts both last night and this morning just prior to posting and I'm more than happy to see this guy again.

And on the topic of V-Day, I'll say only the following: as a single woman it is very easy to wake up today and be in a pissy mood, depressed about the lack of dick in my life. However, today I am feeling pretty great because I'm much closer this year than I was last year to having said dick on a regular basis. Sorry to bring it to this very crass sexual level but what I'd really want on Valentine's Day, in an ideal world, is not flowers/chocolates/fancy meal reservations/diamond heart pendant piece of crap ... I'd want a nice, quality lay. To be quite frank about it. And I've had two fellows (the guy from last night and an amazing man I've yet to meet but cannot wait to lay eyes on - stay tuned, seeing him Wednesday) wish me a happy day ... and that's two more than last year.