Attention faithful followers of my shameless shenanigans!
NEW GUY ALERT!
Yes, folks. There’s someone new on the scene and he’s worth blogging about. The online dating gods have conspired yet again to bring me a “match.” Well, that happens all the time, actually. But we spent almost all of our time together this last weekend, so it’s definitely more than an algorithm’s suggestion at this point. Read on.
About a month ago:
1. He sends me a message on OkCupid (remember I deleted my Plenty of Fish account awhile back)
2. I check him out, think he’s cute and interesting and funny, so I respond.
3. We go back and forth for the next week or so.
4. We finally exchange numbers.
5. We text.
6. I leave for a trip out of state a few days later. I’m gone for a week.
7. I return and we make plans to meet.
8. We have a few conversations via phone. Yes, folks. A real conversation on the telephone. Rare. I treasure it.
9. We make plans to meet on a Saturday night.
10. But THEN….those plans fall through. He basically flakes on me. I’m mad/disappointed, yet honestly was too tired to go out that night anyways.
11. He KNOWS I’m mad/disappointed and profusely calls/texts me the next day apologizing. He had a misunderstanding of the plans.
12. He’s cute and funny and he’s APOLOGIZING so I forgive him.
13. After reading him the polite version of the riot act about how my weekend time is precious and usually pretty scheduled in advance and how I LOVE when a man makes a plan (ie – “How about we meet for coffee on Saturday at 3pm?” instead of “Well maybe we can cross paths on Saturday night…”), and also how 3 other guys contacted me the night we were supposed to go out (FUN FACT: including Mr. Too-Young-Tyson-Beckford!… who I haven’t heard from since I turned him and his hot, gorgeous, skinny jeans-loving self down), and NOW he understands. He feels bad. And he realizes he needs to “step his game up” because I’m clearly a “popular woman…” Um, yes. Whatever the case, communication is all I ask for. Still cute.
There’s the backstory.
Here’s the rest:
Armed with his new knowledge about how I roll (I love a solid PLAN and all…), he calls to ask me out to dinner, Saturday night. Reservations are at 7:30pm and we’ll have dinner and drinks at this cool place he’s been to before. RESERVATIONS!
Now, let me share something.
I feel this is way too much for a first date. What if I don’t like him? Or, worse….what if he doesn’t like ME?! That makes for a very awkward dinner.
I much prefer to meet first for a brief cup ‘o joe and let a coffee date organically turn into something more, but apparently this guy wants to do things a bit differently.
Ok, fine. I just roll with it. Dinner is going to be at least $125, if not more, but hey, his call. He’s clearly listening to how I prefer things now and brushed off my suggestions for something simple. I can definitely appreciate his extra effort.
We have plans to meet at Bar Pinxto, very close to where I live, but a place I’d never been to. He gets excited when I tell him it’s something new for me to discover. It’s a super cute, rustic but fancy Spanish tapas bar. I’m up for it and feeling adventurous.
I’m wearing a purple-blue dress and tall, black boots. It’s dressy for Santa Monica, yet it’s not. I love the diversity here.
I’m standing outside the restaurant and then see him walking up towards me. He’s CUTE! Even cuter in person. He’s wearing jeans, a collared shirt and a brown leather type of jacket over it. Stylish.
He hugs me hello and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Very sweet.
We head inside and are seated.
He’s nervous. I’m nervous. We make awkward small talk as we look at the wine menu we’ve just been handed.
He’s smiling. I’m smiling. This is going to be interesting.
Him: “Do you see anything you like?”
Me: (a lover of wine, but definitely NOT a wino) “Ummm….I’m not picky. Do you have a preference?”
Him: “Oh, yes. I love Spanish wines.”
I recall we’re at a Spanish tapas place. There is a large assortment of bottles of wine all around us on display.
I’m quickly sold on the fact that this guy clearly has some culture and cuisine skillz. YES.
He suggests I try a favorite wine of his and we talk about our day.
He works for Warner Bros and actually had to push back our reservations by a half hour because he was stuck at work on a Saturday getting something ready for a film they’re about to release. I’m glad to learn he’s a career-guy!
He’s from NYC and was transferred out here to Los Angeles about a year ago for work.
He’s good at his job, yet also has a full-on business plan for what he wants to do with his own company he’s about to launch.
The waitress asks to take our order and I tell him I don’t understand anything on the menu (more or less…it’s all in Spanish) so he politely orders for the both of us. A few small plates here and there.
The food is amazing!
Mostly things I’ve never heard of or experienced, and I’m loving the adventure as much as he’s loving that he’s the one who gets to watch me experience it for the first time.
The special of the night has squid ink in it and I learn he MUST order this dish.
Like I said. Adventurous. That sounds nasty, right?!?!
Well, this man hadn’t led me astray all night and sure enough, it was delicious.
Throughout the next 2 1/2 hours, we dine and talk and bond over squid ink and calamari.
I learn about his family and how he’s very close with his mom, dad and three younger sisters all back on the East Coast.
He also has a 5-year-old daughter and the bi-coastal parenting adjustment has been hard for him. I can relate and I give him tips about his plans to take her to Disneyland when she’s ready to come visit pretty soon.
He asks me questions about what I do and he’s fascinated.
I share more about who I am and a bit on my work, but mostly he’s a chatterbox telling me stories about living and growing up in New York City and his transition to living here on the West Coast now.
We’re having a GREAT time!
We wrap up dinner and then decide to take a stroll down Ocean Avenue.
We stop to look inside the windows of an art gallery and we both identify our favorite pieces. He tells me he just picked up some new canvases at Michael’s the other day, and I’m glad to find we also have this hobby in common. I’d love a “paint date” in the future. :)
He walks me back to my car and as we’re standing in the parking lot, he begins to play the “I don’t want to leave but I’m not sure if I should kiss you or just keep talking to you” game.
He’s been kinda stand-offish all night physically, yet definitely connected.
So it’s getting late and I say I’m going to head home. We hug and I thank him for an awesome night, with big kudos on picking out a great restaurant.
He’s glad I enjoyed the evening – he’s had just as good of a time as well.
I get in my car and he heads off to his.
On the way home, I realize we just spent about 3 hours together. Not bad for a first date! All smiles.
I also realize that you’ve read this whole blog and there has been NO mention of orgasms. Sorry.
That happens on the next date, so I’ll be calling this one Part I.