Date #1

I'm going to start this the way I start most of my conversations about my dates. He's a perfectly nice guy...just not the guy for me....

It began with him texting me around 4:30 Friday afternoon. Of course, being the dedicated employee that I am, I was still working diligently at my desk. He was at the bar of the restaurant where we were meeting. (Points for him.)

It wasn 't difficult to pick him out of the crowd considering there were only two other people at the bar - one was an older gentleman, the other, a woman. I slid in to the bar stool next to him and glanced at the beer selection. It was ok, but what I really wanted was a martini. A cosmo. Turned out to not be very good, so I moved on to Spanish wine since it was a Spanish tapas restaurant. The food was good - small plates for sharing - and he ordered way too much. I was so full. I hate it when I do that to myself. Still, that doesn't stop me.

We decide that we'd had enough of the tapas and head over to Therapy in uptown. The newly renevated venue is quite nice and their martinis are superb. I ordered an "I gotta have it" martini, he ordered a beer. I can't remember what kind though....the good thing is - it wasn't a bud light.

We continued our conversation. There were not any uncomfortable moments. Convo flowed, however, there really wasn't much flirting going on as far as I could tell. He was an average looking guy with kinda skinny arms. I think his arms were skinnier than mine, but that isn't difficult to pull off.

Nice guy, I think he is more friend material though. He did ask me out again - in an email at 5:30 the next morning. I'm assuming that this is when he got in from his Friday night out with the boys. (Hmmmm..) I agreed. I mean, I had fun, so why not have fun again. However, this time, I'll have to tell him that I think we'd be better as friends.