On the 1st Date of Christmas...

Friday: 12/2/2011

Mr. January: 33/W/M Software engineer?

The sun is peaking through my bedroom window, and I am excited to wake up 40 minutes early. I go for a light jog and walk with my sister all bundled up, but despite the freezing temperatures it feels amazing with the sun shining on my face. Vitamin D? Yes please!

It's a good day to be alive. I get payed, and I get treated to lunch by some friends. I never have been a Sushi fan, but I decide that today is going to be adventurous and this is what my friends have chosen... so Sushi it is. I eat everything that I tried, and I am pretty proud of myself at this point. Hi-five!

As I am getting dropped off, my friend in the back seat's stomach starts a rumblin... eek. And then I start brewin for a stewin! After some solid paper work, I'm feeling a little better and getting excited for my first date of Christmas. Not really sure what to expect.

I go back online and check out Mr. January's profile to remember what he looks like. Well, a few hours later I'm not feeling so well, so I hop in the shower. Is my stomach upset because I'm nervous? Highly unlikely! Must have been the Sushi... oh boy, another rumble. Not good.

I'm definitely not going to boge out on tonight, because I have got people waiting to hear this blog! Plus, I don't want to miss out on an awesome date, so I suck it up and do my hair and makeup. Maybe spray a little self tanner on my face to make up for my green gills.

Now, I don't know what your ritual is when getting ready for a date, and especially a first date when you're still trying to impress, but I always will put on a pair of sexy undies. Definitely not expecting or hoping to get any action, but there's something about lace underneath your pants, that will give you a little extra kick in your step. So if you catch me wearing granny panties on a date, chances are I'm just not that into him. Either that, or it's that time of the month. 50/50 chance. :) Is this just me???

Mr. January wants me to meet him downtown tonight at Paddy's (an Irish bar), and after taking the bus for the first time since I was a child last night for the brew fest (clarification: I take the max often, just not the actual bus) I decide it worked out pretty good, so I'm gonna try it again! Knowing it's now $2.10 each way, I go into the hotcake house and ask for some change for a $5.

While I'm on the bus ride over, Mr. January sends me a text and tells me not to talk to strangers tonight. If I had followed that rule, it would have made for an awkward silent date, so I gabbed away with the person sitting next to me on the bus! When in Rome! :)

I got off at the Pioneer square stop and the beautifuly lit up Christmas tree was right there! It almost feels as if I'm in another city, and exploring somewhere for the first time. Just Gorgeous. I'm almost to Paddy's and I'm at a crosswalk that is saying do not walk. I think hard about crossing anyway since no one is around, but then I think about a friend of mine who never does that, and how admirable I was about that. And then I start thinking,"what if this guy is watching out the window and see's me crossing when I shouldn't be and then writes me off..." so I wait patiently. But as soon as some creeper comes out of the ally and starts whistling at me, I book it across the street. Sometime's it's not worth the wait. And hopefully I haven't just traded one creeper for the next.

I get into the bar and Mr. January's off to the right at a booth in the corner. He actually got the last booth, and the place is packed because the Duck's game is on. Woops! Neither of us realized that. He see's me right away and waves me over to the booth. He stands up, but he's still in the booth. Is it appropriate to hug? Or shake hands? We both kind of dance around it standing awkardly, until I finally sit down on the other side and he follows suit. We shake hands across the table. The first few minutes, we're talking over each other, both making sure there is no awkward silence, but then nothing is really coming out. Calm down... relax. I think I'll order a drink. Lemon drop it is.

My first impression is that he's not bad looking, but not someone I would see myself normally being attracted to. I hate to say this, but he had bad teeth. I am really big into oral hygene, and that unfortunately is a turn off for me. They weren't the worst ever, but I defintiely noticed them, and then I started to realize why he wasn't full teeth smiling in all of his online pictures. I say, if you have bad teeth and are OK with that, then rock em and smile big, because when you don't, then it shows you're not confident... and if they bother you, do something about it. I'm getting the impression that he is a little metro-sexual because he's wearing a trendy conductor hat, and he's also commented on how much he loves my boots! Which I too love... thanks mom!

A lot of talk at the beginning of the date was about how we are both Leo's and if we stroke each other's ego's the date can't go wrong. It was cute, but he almost used it too much. I wasn't feeling much of a romantic connection with him, but I was really enjoying hanging out with him, minus my upset stomach and my sore throat that I had accumulated.

For dinner, we joked about how funny it would be to order spaghetti on a first date. Would probably get really messy. So, I definitely want to see that action take place on one of my following dates. We both opted for the French dip, which honestly wasn't much cleaner... but at least we were in it together!

For work I think he did some type of software engineer?? I am probably way off though, since my memory is horrible and it didn't really stick out. He sounded like he was really happy in his job though, which was great. He did bring up his fresh ex girlfriend a lot though. I definitely felt some bitterness still there. I felt that I should share some of my past boyfriend stuff too only because he did, but honestly, that was the last thing I wanted to talk about on the date. It made me feel like I was watching "The break-up" With Jennifer Anniston, where you're just cringing listening to it.

Another red flag, was that he talked about all of the things he wished he were doing, but wasn't doing. He wanted to be painting again, and wanted to be running again, but it felt as though he was fishing for someone to get that out of him, rather than being motivated to do it on his own.

Mr. January also pointed out on this date that I would be a really hard girl to date, since I'm all over the place... but of course he could handle it. Yeah yeah! Heard that one before buuud!

Let's have one more drink and then get out of here... debby downer's at the table..

So to lighten the mood, he drove me to Chopsticks, which is a bit of a dive karaoke bar. He knew that I liked to sing, but my throat wasn't feeling so hot... I think he more wanted to show off his Karaoke skills though. He used to work the door at Chopsticks, so it was a comfortable environment for him. He was very much a gentleman, and opened all of my doors for me. Had a super nice car too! It was a Cadillac CDC? I'm probably way off on that too. I don't care to pay too much attention to that kind of stuff... but I was almost getting a gay-dar when he was talking about it.

Maybe the Gay-dar was because he was raised by mostly his mom and had only sisters, but I'm pretty sure it was the fact that he started most of his comments with "giirrrrl" and he loved my boots, and he confessed that he had almost gone tanning before our date. Really? I think that one sealed the deal for me on the "undatable."...

He was a super nice guy overall, but as the date was almost over and he was driving me home, drug use started to come up. I'm not super judgemental on that front, especially on the lighter drugs... to each their own I say. But I am not one that wants to date someone who does that stuff, and maybe I made him too comfortable because he started talking about wanting to smoke some marijuana right then. Turn off!

I was appreciative that he offered to take me home when I wasn't feeling very good... and he was nice. Just not for me. I would definitely be his friend though. I got home and put on my sweats, and totally forgot that I was wearing my sexy panties until I did that. Not a good sign romantically, but I still had a good time over all. Looking forward to Mr. February! This is fun!