Last night, went to a bar with a friend to watch the Mets game – she’s a HUGE fan, and incredibly knowledgeable about the game. I only know the bare minimum about baseball, but she filled me in on heaps of details: the importance of the batting lineup, technique, etc. It was quite an exciting game, going into extra innings, with the Mets finally winning.
At one point, the Mets had the bases loaded, but then the next batter struck out, and the inning was over. That reminded me of the frustrations of dating: you finally think you’ve met someone fabulous. Your bases are loaded = he has all these great qualities that you like. (I’m not talking sex here) Then, next thing you know – you’ve struck out. All of a sudden, he’s gone, and you realize you’re not going to “score” a great guy. I’m sure these analogies have been done to death, so bear with me here!
It was near the end of Fleet Week, and there were two young Marines at the bar, just dying to talk to some “real New York women”. What little cuties – well, one was quite cute, while the other got slobberingly drunk, and insisted on telling me repeatedly “I’m a plaffusssunal – I’m a Marine!”. He was trying to convey that he was a “professional”. Indeed.
It was quite an interesting stereotype reversal: my friend and I had our eyes peeled on the game, while the guys sat patiently next to us, vying for our attention.
Tonight – had a date with a Real Live Guy (as opposed to an internet date), someone I met at a bar last week while out with friend Dreena. [Cute Jewess, hope you don’t mind me borrowing your Real Live Guy reference! It’s so fitting.]
RLG was definitely cuter than I recalled from our first meeting. We had only e-mailed briefly since we first met, and hadn’t talked on the phone – so I had only the most basic information about him, whatever I could piece together from that initial conversation.
We had a bit of flirty banter over a drink, but I felt that the conversation stalled a few times. Still, I'd consider seeing him again -- we'll see if I hear from him. No "real" kiss goodnight, just a peck on the lips.
Remember Witty Banter? We had that wonderful date last weekend, and I drove myself crazy over the long weekend, wondering when I’d hear from him again – while trying hard NOT to think about him. I finally gave in last night, and sent him a light, breezy e-mail, mentioning a new bistro I thought he’d like.
He finally wrote back today. I was nervous about opening up his e-mail, bracing myself for the “you seem like a lovely person, BUT…” type of e-mail. Instead, I was happy to read that he liked my suggestion, and he’s swamped with work, but will call me once things ease up.
I think I have a problem. WHY do I do this, get so excited about a guy I barely know? On first sight, he fits this image of the kind of guy I’m looking for: the “right” looks, height, occupation, sense of humor – but really, the truth is, I’ve barely scratched the surface. (I'm careful to keep this excitement under wraps around the guy!)
Anyone got any suggestions for turning down the crazy, and NOT fantasizing about a wonderful life with this guy? (or any other seemingly perfect guy who comes along)