I had a very interesting date yesterday. It was an outdoor/afternoon date. We met at a coffee shop that was near a park and then walked to the park and sat outside.
The guy (he’s going to need a nickname) got major points for planning. It was pretty much the perfect plan for yesterday, because the weather was lovely, but there was a chance of rain. In case of rain, we could have just stayed at the coffee shop.
The date itself went really well. Really, really well. But it didn’t start off that way. He’s a old-picture guy. If I had to take a guess, I’d say the photo he’s currently using is at least 2 years old. Maybe older. I’m bad at guestimating these things, but I’d say he’s put on at least 20 lbs since the picture was taken.
Now, as I’ve said before, I don’t really care all that much if a guy in his forties is carrying around a spare tire. In fact, I pretty much expect it. What I do care about is when men essentially lie about their appearance by putting up really old pictures of themselves online. It annoys the hell out of me. And yet, it’s so commonplace, that I’ve learned to overlook it. Kinda. I’ll overlook it, but it does shade how I think about a guy.
We really hit it off, though. Just as soon as we started talking we hit a really smooth rhythm of chatting and interupting each other and chatting some more. And while it’s certainly too early tell with any real certainty, I got the sense that we shared a very similar worldview.
There was something that happened that sorta freaked me out. He was talking and mentioned a prior job. And he mentioned the place he used to work, for many years. And it’s someplace an ex of mine also worked (maybe still works, he and I did not end on good terms). Anyway, I had a momentary flipout. I don’t think he noticed. But for a couple of seconds there I almost considered just leaving the date and never seeing this guy again on the slim chance that he and my ex used to work together and are now friends. But then I exhaled and realized I was being a freak. If they knew each other or still do know each other, well, I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. This guy seems like a really good guy. I’m not going to blow it over that stupid shit.
So, we’re going out again Thursday night. He texted me last night to say what a nice time he had (as I was walking away, is this a new thing?). And then today he asked me out. I said yes and within an hour we had concrete plans (dinner, at a restaurant I know and like, all good).
So he needs a nickname. I guess I’ll call him The European. He is. European. He’s been here for about 20 years and is a US citizen now but he’s distinctly European (and he loves NYC and says he’d never consider living anywhere else). That’s a good thing in my book.
Tags: coffee date, first date, nyc, second date