Cantakerous but Cute
We'll call him Oscar. That's all going to make sense eventually too. We met on OkCupid and let's be honest, I don't like guys with beards, but he pulled it off. He was dark haired and his eyes were blue. I later came to realize that my dark hair and blue eyes thing is exacerbated by a pair of smart glasses. I think I'm in love with Clark Kent.
His profile picture was him at the wheel of a giant sailboat and I thought "no way". But he was funny and direct and I like these things. He actually read my profile. That's a huge selling point for me. He wasted no time and we scheduled a date pretty quickly. I challenged him to laser tag and he challenged me to bowling. He swore he was terrible and I just confirmed that I am too. Half of our conversations were teasing each other. I loved it.
He was working as a statistician for a marble mine locally and that even appealed to me on some weird level. He was smart and articulate and would send me goofy selfies that really did make my day a few times.
I got to the bowling alley and it was huge! I looked around but didn't see him until I noticed movement out of the corner of my right eye and turned to see a really cute guy. It's rare that I let them sneak up on me that way. I guess I'm starting to relax about the whole dating thing. Cutie apparently my date. He was in a tee shirt and dark jeans and he looked like he was well put together under there. He was just a hair taller than me, which suits me just fine. He had this elegant, narrow nose (which I later found out had seen a surgeon's scalpel). He kind of looked like this guy but with a thicker head of hair. He also had this megawatt smile. I'm a sucker for a beautiful set of teeth. I leaned in a hugged him. He felt nice; warm and solid. Yeah, I was having all the right reactions to this one.
We ordered a pair of beers and bowled three games. He was not nearly as bad as he said he was. I have a pattern bowling. My first game is the bad, the second game is better and the third one is the worst of them all. Know your strengths, but know your weaknesses also. We teased each other relentlessly and laughed. I was surprised at how normal he was. My last game was a 57. Yeah, that's right, I'm that bad. Well, I'd earned myself a nickname that I will never outlive. He just called me 57 after that. I didn't mind.
After we bowled we had some pizza and talked for what seemed like forever. We watched some minor league soccer and talked about dating and our previous lives. He had been married twice and had no children. Here I am with my kiddo, and never married. He seemed kind and funny and I liked him. We talked about my blog and how long it would take him to end up here. I suppose I should link him. I told him that I usually don't blog the good ones and I rarely blog if there's going to be subsequent dates. Conflict of interest and all that.
He seemed tender in all the right places and tough in all the places you want a man to be. I wasn't uncomfortable or freaked out, so that was just a sign that maybe I'm not as awkward as I sometimes think I am. He had one of those laughs. It kind of rumbled out of him and that's always a wonderful sound. I loved making him laugh.
It had gotten late and I really needed to get home, so I let him walk me to my car. He hugged me good night and didn't even try to kiss me. I like that. Let's decide if we like each other before we go off swapping bodily fluids and all that. He smelled nice and he was warm and solid again. I loved leaving just a hair disappointed that he didn't try to kiss me. What a really very nice night.
So, we continued to exchange messages and chat back and forth, but it kind of dwindled away. He never asked to see me again and our last message was me asking if he wanted to. I figured no response was code for "no, thank you" so I wrote it off as a great night with a great guy. Too bad about that one, he seemed kind of awesome.
Next time, you're in for a treat. Tune in for the physicist with a favorite doll. This one is worth the read.
His profile picture was him at the wheel of a giant sailboat and I thought "no way". But he was funny and direct and I like these things. He actually read my profile. That's a huge selling point for me. He wasted no time and we scheduled a date pretty quickly. I challenged him to laser tag and he challenged me to bowling. He swore he was terrible and I just confirmed that I am too. Half of our conversations were teasing each other. I loved it.
He was working as a statistician for a marble mine locally and that even appealed to me on some weird level. He was smart and articulate and would send me goofy selfies that really did make my day a few times.
I got to the bowling alley and it was huge! I looked around but didn't see him until I noticed movement out of the corner of my right eye and turned to see a really cute guy. It's rare that I let them sneak up on me that way. I guess I'm starting to relax about the whole dating thing. Cutie apparently my date. He was in a tee shirt and dark jeans and he looked like he was well put together under there. He was just a hair taller than me, which suits me just fine. He had this elegant, narrow nose (which I later found out had seen a surgeon's scalpel). He kind of looked like this guy but with a thicker head of hair. He also had this megawatt smile. I'm a sucker for a beautiful set of teeth. I leaned in a hugged him. He felt nice; warm and solid. Yeah, I was having all the right reactions to this one.
We ordered a pair of beers and bowled three games. He was not nearly as bad as he said he was. I have a pattern bowling. My first game is the bad, the second game is better and the third one is the worst of them all. Know your strengths, but know your weaknesses also. We teased each other relentlessly and laughed. I was surprised at how normal he was. My last game was a 57. Yeah, that's right, I'm that bad. Well, I'd earned myself a nickname that I will never outlive. He just called me 57 after that. I didn't mind.
After we bowled we had some pizza and talked for what seemed like forever. We watched some minor league soccer and talked about dating and our previous lives. He had been married twice and had no children. Here I am with my kiddo, and never married. He seemed kind and funny and I liked him. We talked about my blog and how long it would take him to end up here. I suppose I should link him. I told him that I usually don't blog the good ones and I rarely blog if there's going to be subsequent dates. Conflict of interest and all that.
He seemed tender in all the right places and tough in all the places you want a man to be. I wasn't uncomfortable or freaked out, so that was just a sign that maybe I'm not as awkward as I sometimes think I am. He had one of those laughs. It kind of rumbled out of him and that's always a wonderful sound. I loved making him laugh.
It had gotten late and I really needed to get home, so I let him walk me to my car. He hugged me good night and didn't even try to kiss me. I like that. Let's decide if we like each other before we go off swapping bodily fluids and all that. He smelled nice and he was warm and solid again. I loved leaving just a hair disappointed that he didn't try to kiss me. What a really very nice night.
So, we continued to exchange messages and chat back and forth, but it kind of dwindled away. He never asked to see me again and our last message was me asking if he wanted to. I figured no response was code for "no, thank you" so I wrote it off as a great night with a great guy. Too bad about that one, he seemed kind of awesome.
Next time, you're in for a treat. Tune in for the physicist with a favorite doll. This one is worth the read.
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