I have to be honest, I was really not very enthused about going on this first date. There were three main reasons for my lack of enthusiasm: the previous date, it was a dinner date, and this guy had already taken liberties via text and called me “darlin'”. I am nobody’s darlin’. Not now, not ever.
But… as a friend of a friend was so motivated to set us up, I figured I owed it to myself, the world, and my readers to go on this first date. He let me choose the restaurant (which normally irritates me because I wonder why a grown-up would be unable to make such a trivial decision, but didn’t this time because I had eaten a really big, heavy lunch earlier in the day and recently had a spate of non-stop out-of-town guests with whom I’d pretty well covered nearly every non-chain eating establishment in the area worth covering). Nearly. There were two left: Greek or Thai/Sushi. I know what you are thinking: a place that serves Thai food and sushi must not be very good at either. Well, you are wrong. They make them both very well. Very well.
I asked which of the two he preferred, and to my great pleasure, he selected Thai food. I was also really pleased that he didn’t seem to mind meeting later in the evening, giving me plenty of time to walk the dogs, brush my hair, and watch just one more episode of Doctor Who [I have priorities].
We arrived at nearly the same moment, both combat loaded our vehicles [another good sign], and walked into the restaurant together. There was a twenty minute wait, so we sat down and started chatting. We didn’t stop for two-and-a-half hours. He was a fantastic conversationalist. And we covered all the taboo subjects: politics, religion, racism, mental health, and constitutional amendments.
I was open about some of my struggles with ADHD, which gave him pause for a moment when he asked if it was genetically linked. [It is, but it’s a combination of factors, rather than one specific gene mutation, so it can go either way with offspring. I’m not worried. I find more benefits than drawbacks most of the time.] I figure that people are bound to find out sometime, and if it’s a deal breaker for someone, it’s better they find out early. It’s not like it’s going to change anytime soon.
He asked what I preferred to be called, and I considered answering with, “Anything is preferable to darlin’,” but I opted to give him a more sincere answer. I’m good like that.
Unfortunately, as enjoyable as this date happened to be, it doesn’t leave much blog fodder. Of course, there’s always the possibility that this date wasn’t that great at all, but since my expectations were set so low after the last one that anyone would wind up looking like a rockstar. But I don’t think so. I surprised myself with how much I enjoyed this date’s company.
Maybe I’ll give him a second date someday when my life slows down a bit. 2017 is still open [for now]. And at the rate I’m going lately, I may actually be finished with my 50 first dates by then.