I’d met the guy online weeks ago, but because of the holidays our date got put off until this week. Which was fine with me. There’s something about having a first date right before NYE that seems kinda weird to me.
Anyway, he suggested we meet at Flatiron Lounge, which is one of my favorite places. Not anywhere near where I live, but totally worth traveling to.
I walked in and even though it was surprisingly uncrowded, I couldn’t find him. Not until he waved me over. Because he really didn’t look like his picture. At all. He was much less attractive than I thought he’d be. And I didn’t start out thinking he’d be George Clooney. Just a not bad looking guy. If you know what I mean.
That said, anyone who’s a regular here knows that I have manners. So I sat down and made the best of a potentially awkward situation. And it wasn’t long before I realized that he was, indeed, one of the coolest, smartest guys I’ve met in ages.
And so started the war. In my head. I don’t know if this is a familiar experience for other people, but it’s happened to me many times. I sat there, having a great conversation and fabulous cocktails, while in my head there was an all out war going on.
Side A: He’s awesome. This is the best conversation you’ve head in ages. You need to get over yourself and NOT screw this up.
Side B: Don’t be an idiot. You’re never in a million years going to want to get naked with him.
Back and forth, back and forth. For a couple of hours. The date actually ran longer than I wanted it to while I tried to resolve the conflict (and couldn’t).
And so… nothing did get resolved. I doubt I’ll see him again. I want to be the kind of person who can see past appearances. But I can’t. At least, not in this instance. Which sucks. Because he really is an awesome guy.
Tags: awkward, Cocktails, first date, guy