Ugh, ouch. Copious amounts of red wine and very, very, very tiny plates of food – genius way to get your date lubed up.
So, last night I went on a date with this guy – oh, let’s call him The Doodler, since he’s an artist – that a good guy friend of mine set me up with. While being set up with a friend of a friend has its drawbacks – like, what if the date goes terribly and you have to avoid each other in the future? – I really like getting that stamp of approval from someone I trust.
Before I get into the logistics of the date, a note about artsy guys. They are so much more attractive when they’re ambitious and gainfully employed, rather than starving and lazy. It also helps when they’re actually talented, which The Doodler is. Thank goodness. There’s nothing more awkward than dating someone whose art/music/writing you hate.
Anyway, we met at this tapas and wine bar (rather than the beer bar I had suggested in a futile attempt to not get drunk) near my apartment for what turned into, um, maybe four hours worth of wine, conversation, and very little to eat. We had actually met before, back before he had a mini-makeover (he used to have long hair, which has not been attractive to me since 1993), but I hadn’t realized until he walked in just how, um, hot he was. I’m not super shallow, but nice eyes, good teeth, and an air of confidence go a long way with me.
The other awesome thing about getting set up by a friend is that you instantly have that friend in common, which is great for ice-breaking and initial conversation. We talked a lot about our backgrounds, work (always an interesting topic for me, given what I write about on this site), music (he passed my “must like hip-hop” test), taxes, and probably a ton of other stuff I’m not remembering, because yeah, did I mention, lots of wine and very little food?
To put it mildly, I would say The Doodler and I hit it off. I’m psyched about that, because one of the things that preoccupies me as a single woman is that paranoia that I’ll never meet anyone I click with as well as so-and-so. Before so-and-so referred to my ex, then it referred to Chicken Parm, but each time I meet someone new, who makes me laugh and gives me goosebumps, I’m reminded that there are plenty of wonderful people out there to meet and click with and laugh with and get goosebumped by.
So, because I’m a big ol’ kissing slut, I took him home, but for relatively G-rated activities, if by G-rated I mean not entirely X-rated. I have that post-date glow today, despite my hangover. Date #2 with The Doodler? We’ll see…