I think I may have just had the best date ever. I think I need to date more Mormon boys--the effort they put into dating is astounding!
This was a spectacularly well thought-out date. No catching dinner and a movie here; no, reservations were made at a Chinese restaurant, followed by a superb concert. Dinner was lovely (I'm not sure I've ever been on a date that involved a dinner RESERVATION), but the concert was AWESOME. It was the a band from my hometown, accompanied by the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Phenomenal. I stood up, clapped my hands, bopped around, all that jazz. Fantastic.
Otherwise, the date was pleasant. I'll be curious to see whether the boy in question will ask me out again. He and I are extremely different--he's far more conservative than I am and is pretty unafraid of judgement. I'm the queen of liberal, non-judgemental types (except on thoroughly petty issues like sense of rhythm), so there was a certain disconnect. But, we certainly had a nice time, and this boy is wicked-smart. I'm amazed by how much random stuff he just knows--it's pretty awesome.
But he made RESERVATIONS.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Yet More
Okay, dating is now officially exhausting. I had, what, two dates last week? Yup, two. And my lesson there: I need to learn to be more opinionated BEFORE I actually go on the date to ensure a pleasant evening.
Don't get me wrong--both were pleasant. One with the Mormon and another with the Nigerian. But I may have done well to have told the Mormon that I really don't enjoy pool.
Well, it's been a while since I've played, and I have a vague memory of enjoying going out to pool bar once. Granted, that was once, long ago, and with a pretty good sized group of friends, so there was no actual playing on my part--I just danced around the pool table to Rammstein and Metallica. Good times.
This time around I was not so fortunate--we went to a sports bar in I don't even know where except that it wasn't metro-accessible. I think I suffered through three games of pool before I decided that I needed to not fake it anymore. I enjoy watching people play pool, so I sat down and watched for a little while before we left, but I really should know at this point in my life that I don't enjoy playing. I decided that our next date would be a screening of Harry Potter--now THAT'S something I'll enjoy.
The date with the Nigerian was a little better. After my really mortifying faux pas, one could only improve. Well, I was still horribly rude and a half hour late--I had made arrangements to meet someone from church beforehand, expecting that we wouldn't have much to say to each other and it would be quick. I was wrong--we were fast friends and chatted for several hours, including part of the time I was supposed to be on my date.
But, I got to my date, we ate some tasty Thai food and walked the length of DC from U Street to the Mayflower Hotel. I'm a little suspicious that he could go into such a nice bar and order a rum and coke--I'm a little suspicious of men who don't drink beer or bourbon--if they drink alcohol, anyway. I don't know why. But girly drinks notwithstanding, we had another evening of amusing conversation where I learned that when he was little he beat up a girl over a doll. Needless to say, that continues to come up.
I've since been asked out by yet ANOTHER Mormon boy. How can I juggle so many men? Last week, I got a fortune cookie that said "Lovers in triangle not on square." Luckily, I'm not in a lover's triangle--more like a pentagon! So, I guess I'm safe.
Don't get me wrong--both were pleasant. One with the Mormon and another with the Nigerian. But I may have done well to have told the Mormon that I really don't enjoy pool.
Well, it's been a while since I've played, and I have a vague memory of enjoying going out to pool bar once. Granted, that was once, long ago, and with a pretty good sized group of friends, so there was no actual playing on my part--I just danced around the pool table to Rammstein and Metallica. Good times.
This time around I was not so fortunate--we went to a sports bar in I don't even know where except that it wasn't metro-accessible. I think I suffered through three games of pool before I decided that I needed to not fake it anymore. I enjoy watching people play pool, so I sat down and watched for a little while before we left, but I really should know at this point in my life that I don't enjoy playing. I decided that our next date would be a screening of Harry Potter--now THAT'S something I'll enjoy.
The date with the Nigerian was a little better. After my really mortifying faux pas, one could only improve. Well, I was still horribly rude and a half hour late--I had made arrangements to meet someone from church beforehand, expecting that we wouldn't have much to say to each other and it would be quick. I was wrong--we were fast friends and chatted for several hours, including part of the time I was supposed to be on my date.
But, I got to my date, we ate some tasty Thai food and walked the length of DC from U Street to the Mayflower Hotel. I'm a little suspicious that he could go into such a nice bar and order a rum and coke--I'm a little suspicious of men who don't drink beer or bourbon--if they drink alcohol, anyway. I don't know why. But girly drinks notwithstanding, we had another evening of amusing conversation where I learned that when he was little he beat up a girl over a doll. Needless to say, that continues to come up.
I've since been asked out by yet ANOTHER Mormon boy. How can I juggle so many men? Last week, I got a fortune cookie that said "Lovers in triangle not on square." Luckily, I'm not in a lover's triangle--more like a pentagon! So, I guess I'm safe.
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