4/17/09 - Date Forty Seven: Geico CaveMan

Ok, this is really mean. If you're a regular reader you know that I typically don't make fun of someone based on how they look (I'm not talking about their wardrobe choice, here ... ) but this guy had one very prominent feature that I simply could not get over. He had Cro Magnon man, neanderthal big brow. And his eyebrows were a very light blonde, lighter than his hair, and his eyes were a very light, almost iridescent blue ... all things that seemed to cruelly accentuate his protruding forehead.

We met for coffee after another lengthy email planning exchange. Seriously, now ... I gave this dude my number with the express intent that he use it for planning the logistics of a date. But he persisted in planning over email which meant that what would have taken mere minutes over the phone took multiple days over email. But once things were said and done, I got over it and we met at a sculpture garden downtown for coffee. Now, I have a little confession to make. This particular spot is my go to place to meet people that I feel unsure about. I have gone there a number of times and find that it has many features that can make a potentially bad date bearable. Number One: it closes at 6 pm, meaning you've got an automatic built-in end time. No lingering (or languishing, depending on your perspective) over multiple drinks, waiting for wait staff to bring the check, waiting for the date to pay. Number Two: there's great people watching so if the conversation drags you can always comment on others or distract yourself during the awkward silence. And Number Three: it's cheap. That way if you really don't like someone you don't have to feel pans of guilt over them paying out oodles of cash for multiple drinks and dinner entrees. Oh, and Number Four: it's casual, meaning you don't have to spend energy and time figuring out what to wear.

Moving on ... this date wasn't THAT bad. There just wasn't any spark, again. He was interesting, granted. We have a lot in common, career-wise and both love to cook but these things alone does not a match make. There was really nothing remarkable about him except his forehead. Sad.