Friday, April 06, 2007
I'm playin back all the magic moments
Karma has repaid me for the biggest disgrace to men everywhere, otherwise known as The Italian.
Patrick, The Blind Date, and I met at a steak house around 7:30 last night. An expensive steak house. I was surprised by his choice for a first and blind date. I had expected to only meet for drinks, then maybe grab some food if things went well. He was more optimistic than me. And I'm glad.
The food was delicious. We had jumbo shrimp as an appetizer. He ordered an insanely expensive bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I had filet mignon. He had grilled ribeye. I had some major internal freak-outs at the possibility that I might end up paying for the meal, even though I had no absolutely no reason to suspect that this would be the outcome.
Patrick was fabulous. Educated, and intelligent (2 completely separate distinctions in my opinion). Respectful and genuine. He was funny and sarcastic, which means that he took my sarcasm well. Talk over dinner never seemed to stop, switching from subject to subject seamlessly. Although there was a moment where he had to pause and fully take in how absolutely fabulous I am after I had told him that I think Will Ferrell is a comedic genius.
He liked me. This I know.
After we left the steak house around 10, he wasn't ready for the night to be over and suggested we go to a wine bar nearby. We sat and talked over glasses of wine for a few more hours, arguing only once over exactly how many studio albums John Mayer has released. He mentioned that this was the best first date he had ever been on.
When it was time for me to go home, he waited with me while I hailed a cab, and kissed me gently once as I got in.
Then he called me to make sure I got home okay.
As far as first dates go, it registers about a 9 1/2 (on a scale of 1-10). On my List of Things That I Want in a Man in a Committed Relationship, he's at least 90% there.
The sexual chemistry isn't really there yet, but I have to give that more time, so I'm not terribly concerned just yet. I'm so used to sexual chemistry being THE ONLY element in the relationship, I've forgotten what it's like to actually let a relationship develop.
I like him. I'm excited to see if all this potential could actually lead to something.
Stay tuned.
Today's Title from: Sex, Love and Money by Mos Def
Patrick, The Blind Date, and I met at a steak house around 7:30 last night. An expensive steak house. I was surprised by his choice for a first and blind date. I had expected to only meet for drinks, then maybe grab some food if things went well. He was more optimistic than me. And I'm glad.
The food was delicious. We had jumbo shrimp as an appetizer. He ordered an insanely expensive bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I had filet mignon. He had grilled ribeye. I had some major internal freak-outs at the possibility that I might end up paying for the meal, even though I had no absolutely no reason to suspect that this would be the outcome.
Patrick was fabulous. Educated, and intelligent (2 completely separate distinctions in my opinion). Respectful and genuine. He was funny and sarcastic, which means that he took my sarcasm well. Talk over dinner never seemed to stop, switching from subject to subject seamlessly. Although there was a moment where he had to pause and fully take in how absolutely fabulous I am after I had told him that I think Will Ferrell is a comedic genius.
He liked me. This I know.
After we left the steak house around 10, he wasn't ready for the night to be over and suggested we go to a wine bar nearby. We sat and talked over glasses of wine for a few more hours, arguing only once over exactly how many studio albums John Mayer has released. He mentioned that this was the best first date he had ever been on.
When it was time for me to go home, he waited with me while I hailed a cab, and kissed me gently once as I got in.
Then he called me to make sure I got home okay.
As far as first dates go, it registers about a 9 1/2 (on a scale of 1-10). On my List of Things That I Want in a Man in a Committed Relationship, he's at least 90% there.
The sexual chemistry isn't really there yet, but I have to give that more time, so I'm not terribly concerned just yet. I'm so used to sexual chemistry being THE ONLY element in the relationship, I've forgotten what it's like to actually let a relationship develop.
I like him. I'm excited to see if all this potential could actually lead to something.
Stay tuned.
Today's Title from: Sex, Love and Money by Mos Def
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