2/22/09 - Date Twenty One: Lunch

His suggestion. Two weeks ago. Guess when I wished for a planner, I should have thought twice. Anyway, we met at a restaurant he suggested and though he was a little late, the date was pretty good. We only had one or maybe two emails prior to his lunch invitation so we had lots to talk about. This was both a good and bad thing. It was good because there really were no breaks or awkward pauses in the conversation. Bad because we were locked into the "get to know you" conversation pretty much from beginning to end. No matter though, as he was interesting and we actually ended up having a lot in common. He also avoids the meats so we talked a lot about that, reasons for the decision, etc. I recommended a book to him that influenced my decision and he actually emailed later to tell me that he'd already checked it out and would probably read it. Cool. In the email he also included some sort of velociraptor video that he made ... haven't looked at that yet. Um. Yeah.

NOTE: in answer to my question about why he chose to move to BFE, where he currently resides, he told me that part of the reason he moved to this area was because his fiance ... then I stopped listening. Everything after the word 'fiance' was like the adult's voices in Charlie Brown cartoons ... wah, wah, wah. This is at least the third or fourth fellow that has either told me straight out (or through my one weak moment of internet stalking) I know has recently broken up with someone/has broken off an engagement. I now wonder whether this is more common than we single ladies realize. I also wonder how important it is and how long after a relationship has ended is it safe for us to begin hanging out with these recently jilted fellows. Bottom line, the trend is alarming and I don't like it.

During the meal, I happened to look down and noticed that he was opening a bottle with his hands right behind his plate. Like, he was sort of hiding. I had a millisecond of freak out thinking that he was about to take some illicit drug or that he was some sort of freaky pill popper. But, no. It was Beano. Yes, Beano. Any of you that are vegetarians, or know a vegetarian, or have seen TV should know what this stuff is. It prevents the gas. I looked, looked again, and then looked away during which time he had the convenient opportunity to pop his gas-squelching pill. I was laughing uproariously on the inside. Not because he took it. I mean, we've all had something unfortunate happen on a date that was bodily function related (burp, fart, etc.) so taking preventative measures is admirable for sure. I was just curious as to why he: A) had the whole bottle with him, B) took it at the table, and C) did not think to offer some to me!! Ok, kidding about that last one ...

We got the bill, did the dance, during which he said we could split it, saw my expression, and then said that he'd pay for the whole thing. Good call on that one, Chief. We walked out into the Sunday breeze and said our goodbyes. This is another one who lives very far away. 2 hours actually. So, maybe we'll see each other again when he comes back through my city. At this point though, I'm not really interested in committing myself to a long distance relationship. Unless the guy is phenomenal. And this guy wasn't.