I think I'm finally getting better at not obsessing over This Guy. We've had a few e-mails back and forth since Sunday's date, and while he responds in a timely manner, his e-mails have a rather perfunctory tone. I dropped a flirtatious line or two in my e-mails to him -- no acknowledgement on his part of said flirtatiousness.
Harrumph! (am I spelling this right?)
We did set a date to go out this weekend, and I was initially thinking I might want to move onto the Wonderful World of Sexytime with him. But now I'm thinking I should silence my raging hormones, and wait just a little bit longer. Hey -- it's been over three months, what's another week or two? An eternity, that's what!!!
Continuing on my Egg Spreading campaign (as in, don't put them all in one basket), tonight I had a date with Brooklyn Guy. In case you're wondering, the #79 refers to the fact that he's the 79th guy I've gone out with since the end of my last long-term relationship over two years ago. I know that sounds like a lot of dates, but it averages out to 2.92 a month, or fewer than one man a week. Granted -- that average isn't quite accurate -- during that time, there were two different guys who I dated for about three months each, while not dating anyone else. Moving on...
Back to Brooklyn Guy: met over a drink, nice enough conversation. He's smart, well-traveled, knows his 80's music. I didn't feel a vibe, but it wasn't an absolute NO either. I'd give him a second shot.
After the date, I met Young French Guy (YFG) and his friends for another installment of French Tuesdays. YFG was running late, so I got a drink and wandered around, checking out the gorgeous, well-dressed crowd. I spotted a guy who looked familiar -- I went over and asked, "Are you (Neighbor Guy)?". Indeed -- I recognized him from Match.com. We had exchanged a few e-mails, but never went further than that -- these things happen often in the world of online dating.
We chatted for a while, and while I definitely found him to be good-looking, there was a slightly pompous vibe about him. He managed to slip into the conversation that he had traveled to 32 countries -- I felt that I'd be a braggart as well if I mentioned that I had been to more than that. And yet -- I DO like a guy who is well-traveled. And he was certainly charming. We said we'd be in touch soon -- we'll see if that actually happens.
I found YFG and his friends, and their friends. Wound up dancing most of the night with a rather cute blondish German guy -- not my usual type. I generally go for dark-haired Mediterreanean-ish guys. This one lives here, unlike the Portuguese dish who I met at the last FT event, who was only visiting for the week. German Guy looks like the bad guy in Terminator 2 (T-1000):
We exchanged contact info, said we'd maybe get together over the weekend. With T-1000 (good blog name, eh?), I'm definitely leaving it up to him to contact me. He was quite drunk by the end of the evening, so it'll be interesting to see if he remembers me -- or if he'll look at my name in his phone tomorrow, and think, "who the hell is (Loverville)?"
Quite a fun, full night! Even if nothing comes out of these new prospects, I had a good time and burned about a zillion calories on the dance floor!