When I began my dating project I knew that there had to be some ground rules to ensure that this was an accurate experiment:
- Go out with ANYONE who even slightly interests you
- Be as close to your actual self as possible - awkwardness and all
- No sex on the first three dates...AT ALL (I feel the need to add that I am not against first date sex but for the experiment, I didn't want my judgement to be clouded)
That's right, three whole dates...
Same name guy (obviously) has the male version of my name and it is obnoxiously cute to everyone. He sent me one of the wittiest, most sarcastic messages I had ever received (I laughed until I cried) and he wanted to see me sooner rather than later. My first impression from his pictures had me worried - very preppy looking, friends with Marina types, from L.A. Still, I was way too intrigued that a guy this interestingly witty wanted to meet me. I was willing to overlook all of it.
Still, we agreed to meet at Harrington's which is a bar I wouldn't normally go to (i.e. Financial District douchebags bragging about their start-ups) but since it was across the street from both of our jobs (I know, weird huh?) it worked for a Monday night. I was exhausted from Trivia Guy the night before and didn't really know what to expect but I was genuinely shocked - this guy was gorgeous and for a second I really thought he had the wrong table. I was immediately flustered and he could tell, "yep - blond eye-talian, soak it in baby" he said in the most self-deprecating tone I'd ever heard. I laughed my ass off and he seemed pleased that yes, I got the joke. Things just took off from there.
We shared wine under the heat lamps while sitting outside and it felt disturbingly romantic even though the Daytona 500 was playing loudly inside (yes, I'm ashamed to say I had to watch...just a little). I found myself not talking as much as usual, listening to the baritone voice that was slowly lulling me into asking more questions and making more jokes about illegitimate kids and adopting 16 year-old German boys (I've mentioned my twisted sense of humor before and luckily his was worse. Bonus points!) After a couple of hours, I wasn't ready for the night to end and suggested immediately suggested dinner which he was totally up for. After a taxi ride, a car pickup and a parking adventure, we ended up at the one of the best Chinese food places in town, San Tung. Over chow main and dumplings we continued our great conversation and jokes. It was the best date I had ever been on and I knew without a doubt I would see this guy again.
Still, we agreed to meet at Harrington's which is a bar I wouldn't normally go to (i.e. Financial District douchebags bragging about their start-ups) but since it was across the street from both of our jobs (I know, weird huh?) it worked for a Monday night. I was exhausted from Trivia Guy the night before and didn't really know what to expect but I was genuinely shocked - this guy was gorgeous and for a second I really thought he had the wrong table. I was immediately flustered and he could tell, "yep - blond eye-talian, soak it in baby" he said in the most self-deprecating tone I'd ever heard. I laughed my ass off and he seemed pleased that yes, I got the joke. Things just took off from there.
We shared wine under the heat lamps while sitting outside and it felt disturbingly romantic even though the Daytona 500 was playing loudly inside (yes, I'm ashamed to say I had to watch...just a little). I found myself not talking as much as usual, listening to the baritone voice that was slowly lulling me into asking more questions and making more jokes about illegitimate kids and adopting 16 year-old German boys (I've mentioned my twisted sense of humor before and luckily his was worse. Bonus points!) After a couple of hours, I wasn't ready for the night to end and suggested immediately suggested dinner which he was totally up for. After a taxi ride, a car pickup and a parking adventure, we ended up at the one of the best Chinese food places in town, San Tung. Over chow main and dumplings we continued our great conversation and jokes. It was the best date I had ever been on and I knew without a doubt I would see this guy again.
Six hours after we started, I ended up in my driveway going in for the kiss. You know the kiss - the one where you no longer care who sees you, where you are or if you end up naked in the back of a car in 30 seconds. I was almost past the point of caring until the writer in the back of my head yelled "Hey asshole! No sex the first night you skank!" (yes, the voices in my head will call me a skank. I'm just glad they don't call me worse). So (extremely) reluctantly, I informed same name guy that sex would not be happening that night all the while looking more pissed off about it than he did. It still took me another 30 minutes to get out of the damn car.
As I trekked up the stairs I realized that I fucked up. Would having a relationship based on just sex be so bad? In this case yes because I liked Same Name Guy...a lot. So even though I was pretty sure he wasn't going to call me again, I stocked up on condoms and got a bikini wax just in case because sometimes the rules need to be broken for the sake of better writing...yeah writing, that's it.
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