Two dates last night -- except that one wasn't really a "date", in the true sense of the word -- Cute Jewess and I met for drinks. Let me tell you -- she IS cute, as well as funny, smart and incredibly cool!
I'm normally not in the habit of picking up other women, (that ended LONG ago, details upon request! Maybe.) but when CJ mentioned on her blog that her friend bailed on her for Saturday night, I dropped her a line and suggested that we grab a drink. I already knew that we had tons in common, and would certainly have a good laugh sharing war stories. And we did.
Alas -- I had to cut the festivities short, as I had made plans for a late-ish date with a new guy (date #72!) -- let's just call him "Average". When someone puts on their profile that they're "average / medium build" -- that's code for "chubby". Call me superficial, but I just couldn't get past that. While I've admitted here that I'm no Gisele, and am working on losing a few pounds -- I couldn't help but think that this guy would be pretty decent-looking if he lost 20, 30 pounds.
Plus -- I may have been allergic to him. I've had wicked allergies (flu?) this week, and they seemed to have subsided over the past few days. About 20 minutes after meeting Average, my dry, persistent cough came back, as well as shortness of breath.
I was home in time to catch an SNL repeat, featuring the hottie Jeremy Piven (but I've heard he's quite a dillhole in real life).
OH! I mentioned the other day that I had gone on an online e-mail blitz, writing to about 15 new guys. After a few e-mails back and forth, Blondie called me yesterday... but it took a few minutes on the phone before I realized which one he was. Of course I tried to play it cool -- but I'm sure he could hear that tentative tone in my voice -- you know the one: "Heeeyyyy, Blondie, how's your day going?", trying to ask generic questions, as I wracked my brain for clues as to which guy this could be. Must keep little notebook handy at all times. Either that, or don't answer phone calls from unrecognized numbers.
The perils of online dating! That's not nearly as bad as the guy I asked, "are you feeling better?" -- confusing him with someone else, which he knew right away. He never let it go.