Dating Blogger Emily: “Double Whammy”
Oh my gawd, if I hear another cliché of another “toad kissing” scenario I will scream in that voice that only dogs can hear. I had possibly the crappiest date with bald (Perfect on Paper) POP guy who maligned me … Read More
Oh my gawd, if I hear another cliché of another “toad kissing” scenario I will scream in that voice that only dogs can hear. I had possibly the crappiest date with bald (Perfect on Paper) POP guy who maligned me for having a pissy attitude on our date. So being slightly Hester Prinn-esque I called this J-dater with whom I had been flirting on my way back from the crappy date. The J-dater invited me over. It’s not what you think. He invited me to come over to his condo and then we’d walk to a local bar…
I arrive at new boy’s abode, oh and did I mention he is a stand up comic? I love humor; it is the biggest turn on. If Eric Stoltz’s character in Mask could tell I joke, I would have tapped his red-headed ass. His picture on J-date was sort of Rat Packy, but in a total heeb way. I am intrigued and pleasantly surprised when he opens the door to his apartment.
I was concerned that a stand up wouldn’t be able to care for our children, but his place was fairly posh. Do stand-ups make money? Or better yet…is he a stand-up with an inheritance. Stand-Up (call him SU) and I immediately hit it off. He is funny and offers to make me a drink. My red flag went up half-mast and I demurred the cocktail. SU was not hitting second base this evening.
We ended up sitting on his couch and literally we chatted and laughed for hours. He is a bit older then I, which is fine. I tend to like older men. I will only date guys who remember when the Challenger blew up but cannot remember when Kennedy was shot. He is closer to the Kennedy side, late 30’s.
Anyway, the date ended sort of sweetly. He did a funny Dustin Hoffman impression that garnered a spit take and kissed me sweetly. I don’t know…maybe he’ll get second or – dare I risk it – a third date.
I drove home with an actual smile on my face. I feel a lil whorey having had two dates in one night, but I earned it. I needed a good date to erase the image of POP from my head. I have a date in a couple of days with a friend of a friend. The guy is a total New York writer with an acid tongue. For some reason I am looking forward to this date, too. I feel the cynic tide turning in my life. I am gaining optimism and seeing the light.