First Dates

Since entering "The Single Life" almost a year and a half ago, I have come to find humor in the dating realm. I was recounting some of the details of my more memorable 1st dates to my friend yesterday when I realized (or hope anyway) that many of my experiences probably not typical of the 1st date.

Marathon Boy - this was my first real date in almost 8 years. We had talked back and forth for a few weeks before he asked me to go out. Not to dinner or the movies or anything cliché like that. No, this guy took me to a $100 a plate fundraiser. Never before when getting ready to go out did I have to don a ball gown and an up do. Not only that, but the theme was Hollywood. I had to walk the red carpet, talk to "Joan" and "Melissa" who asked who I was wearing and made me do a turn for the "cameras."

Metro Boy - I met this guy at Happy Hour in the Heartbeat one Friday after work. We hit it off and Happy Hour turned into going home at 4 am. I got into my friend's car after the really awkward is he or isn't he going to ask for my number moment. He didn't and we went to leave. Then he started chasing the car down apparently deciding that he wasn't going to punk out. Our 1st date started at Trumbull Kitchen (which is a wonderful restaurant, but I have now been out there like 15 times. Everything on the menu is good) followed by coffee at a nearby café. It was a nice night so we decided to sit outside. Within minutes, a homeless man came up and started making conversation. Conversation that lasted 10 minutes until I finally decided to give him some money just to go away. Big mistake. He went away, but only to tell his friends around the corner that some chump was giving out money. Within minutes, we were swarmed by the entire homeless population of Hartford. At this point, we decide to move to the sanctity of a nearby bar where I finished my pint long before he did.

Math Boy – This date started bad from the beginning. My sister had come over to help me pick out an outfit and we ended up chatting for longer then expected. So when he came to pick me up, she was still there. I didn’t want the poor guy to have to meet a family member right off the bat, so we had to sneak her out before he saw her. Not the best start. From there, we went to a really nice dinner where he almost got into a fight with a giant man in the parking lot who almost hit his car. Halfway through dinner, I had some “issues.” My eggplant was not agreeing with me and I had to excuse myself. Now normally, I would not relate the details of such an issue. However, the comedic value of the situation trumps my own embarrassment but I’ll spare you the details. Following that, we went back to my place to watch a movie (The Karate Kid, he picked it) where I actually pulled a muscle in my shoulder trying to lean away from him as he leaned in to make a move.

Sub Boy - I can’t even count last night as a date, but I drove 45 minutes to meet up with this guy. He brought friends, I brought friends. Let’s just say, I ended up signing karaoke with Paluko (Bon Jovi) just to prove that I wasn’t a wet blanket (he was)

I am starting to think it may be me.