Pleasantly Surprised

Sitting at home, I contemplated not even going to meet the guy for drinks. His e-mails had been rather ho hum-ish and downright boring. But I told myself that you can never judge a guy's personality from his e-mails, so I convinced myself to keep an open mind.

The bottom line: I hate first dates, and I think I was looking for an excuse. Ugh.

So I got there, showed my ID, and walked around looking for him. I had actually been early (a rarity for me), and it looked like he wasn't there yet. So I stayed by the door and waited for him.

Then I saw him in the parking lot through the window. A little thin on top and with a full beard, he was really cute.

"Are you Sandra Dee?" he asked as he walked through the door, and I answered with a yes. We shook hands. And he shook mine how a man is supposed to shake a woman's hand -- not all gruff like between men.

Yes. I notice things like this.

Anyway. The waitress asked if we wanted menus -- we did -- and escorted us away to a nice table. We ordered drinks and and appetizer, then proceeded to talk on and on and on.

Now usually, I am the one on dates asking all of the questions. This time? We hardly talked about him because he was asking me a ton of questions. What an unusual, refreshing change.

However, he couldn't sit still. Moving around in the booth the whole time. Now maybe he was just nervous. Maybe it wasn't like this all the time. Because frankly? It was rather distracting. But that's what second and third dates are for though, right? I'm sure it was just nerves.

Two and a half hours later, we decided to call it a night, but agreed to do it again soon. We exchanged phone numbers and walked out, still engrossed in conversation. I'd say that's a pretty good sign that we'll have plenty to talk about next time around, too!

During my girls night last night at the bar, I opted not to bring it up the date to them. Is that weird? I dunno. I just don't want to talk to anyone about this in case it doesn't work out.

This weekend brings lounging by the pool, hitting the bars with a friend, and catching up on chick flick DVDs that I haven't seen yet. And Sunday is the Bible study at the church I've been wanting to try.

Hooray for life.