After 7 months of not seeing each other, I agreed to finally see Mr. Can I Get a Vowel again.
The fact that his name is literally missing a vowel and is spelled incorrectly (yet….not…cuz that’s how his mama spelled it) still bugs me. However, we did have some crazy chemistry and I remember both dates that we had last year like they were yesterday. Might as well, right? He told me he’s completely single and still wondering what I’m up to.
We met at a place in Venice for drinks.
As I began to walk in to meet him, I realized that he hadn’t seen me (or even a pic of me) with my new haircut. I’ve been told I look pretty different now, and I agree.
I immediately felt the anxiety of the “First Date Nerves” all over again. That beginning part where you’re meeting someone in person after communicating mostly via text or message or phone.
Sure enough, I’m walking towards who I think is him, sitting at a table towards the back. The place is packed.
The guy turns and looks at me walking towards him across the room. He doesn’t respond.
Oh, CRAP! He totally doesn’t recognize me! Wait. Is that even HIM???
I literally keep walking towards this guy, getting closer and closer. I’ve committed to it.
Still NO RESPONSE. Not a smile, but a look of confusion, perhaps?
I am now literally AT the table and I’m 98% sure it’s him but need him to say something so I can recognize his voice. Or a smile, or something! ANYTHING!
I decide that it’s him and pull up a chair next to him and say, “Hi! Yeah, it’s me. I cut my hair….”
The look of wonder starts to fade and he smiles a faint smile.
He totally didn’t recognize me!
He looks at my hair, me up and down, back at my hair. It’s funny and random. He says he likes it, he just didn’t recognize me.
We begin to catch up and our nerves dissipate.
He’s still super attractive and I love his style and designer jeans. The man can dress.
He asked me what happened to the guy I last told him I was seeing (umm…that would be The Doc, last year). He has a great memory.
I tell him that that guy was great, but that he didn’t want a longterm, serious relationship with me.
He says, “Yeah, welcome to my world. That’s woman’s problem in LA.”
Umm, excuuuuuze me?! I thought that was just MY challenge!
Apparently he’d been meeting other people off of Plenty of Fish who were a bit bat*** crazy. He says that most women here don’t know what they want.
I love hearing the men’s perspective on dating. It’s usually a topic on 80% of dates I go on.
He’s an affectionate guy and we’re flirting. He puts his hand on my knee as we watch the NBA game that’s on and talk.
After he buys us a round or two of drinks, we close out our tab.
Since we’re a block away from the ocean, we head to his car to put our stuff away.
I recognize the same black BMW he had last year, and it felt nice to see something “familiar” when I haven’t talked to him in so long. Our connection is definitely there and I feel very comfortable with him. He has a very quiet, calming presence.
He grabs a blanket out of the trunk and we walk around the pier and almost empty boardwalk of Venice.
After about an hour of hearing waves crash on the beach, we parted ways with him promising me that I won’t wait another 7 months to see him again.
I made the promise, and I’m sure it won’t be 7 months, although I’m not exactly sure why or when we’d see each other again.
As much as I enjoy our connection on the chemistry side of things, he’s lacking in a few other areas that are very important to me. Ambition and career track. Plus, he may be moving to Puerto Rico for 4 months to go work for his brother who’s a professional basketball player (and former LA Clippers player).
Nothing longterm is really there, but we’re still in communication and I won’t blow him off or lose his number anytime soon.
(Fun Fact: As I started to type this blog about him, I remembered on our date that he said his birthday was yesterday! And he turned 40! That was a big deal! OOPS! I feel like a total jerk.
I just text him “Happy Birthday” wishes and hope he had a good weekend and we’ve been texting back and forth.
Thank God I’m blogging! I probably wouldn’t have remembered til sometime next week when it randomly hit me! Thanks, Single Girl Shenanigans. See – I blog for you guys, but I also blog for me. It helps me remember things.) 🙂