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.