I was invited to go out and meet someone in a group setting, so this doesn’t really count as a date. I came straight from work, looking fantabulous in my Red Sox cap & my Ben Franklin Savings Bank t shirt. Talk about making a good impression! But whatever, I am not so full of myself that I have to dress like Mariah Carrey every time I leave the house. On second thought, I don’t think I have ever left the house dressed like Mariah.
So I get there and my friends were playing pool. I was introduced to John* and my first impression was that he was too old. So I shook off the negative thought and did my best to be myself and make good conversation. You know, asking questions and actually listening to his answers. It felt a bit forced, but he did seem very nice. He was kind of cute, had a nice smile.
So I relax a little. I start telling my jokes, doing my shtick that I always do. I could tell right away that he wasn’t really sure how to take me. Go figure! He didn’t stay very long, I guess he has some crazy ass job with weird hours. He never asked me for my phone number. That was fine, but after he left, my friend said he wanted my number and could she give it to him. I said it would be fine, but I really think it says something that he didn’t ask me himself. If a guy is too shy to even ask for my number, there is little hope that he will be able to keep up with the social side of my personality. Right?
Oh well, I think I am hitting the Lucky Dog tonight, so maybe I will have a better story for you tomorrow
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