I worked at a high school football game on Friday night. I have this little side gig where I sell nachos at ball games. The pay is good and the work is fun. It’s usually a win-win situation. Friday, I worked. Got home late and went to bed. I had to be up early on Saturday for my date with the guy from the dating site aka “Bumble Guy.” From the time I saw his picture and started talking to him, there was just something about him that I liked, so I knew that it would probably be a fine date, plus, it was at 9 am. So even if it was terrible, I had to go to work another game later and could easily dip out. Plus, it’s really hard to segue into sex from breakfast and since that is what I assume all men ultimately want, it was easy to say yes to a breakfast date. But, subconsciously, I still was having anxiety about it. So much, that I dreamed I woke up late and when I called him to apologize some sultry sexy sounding woman named Charlotte answered his phone subtly ruining the happily ever after that was supposed to be mine. Yes, I know I have a vivid imagination. Apparently, it’s there even when I’m sleeping, but like I said, I had a good feeling about him and I didn’t want to ruin it by being late, especially if fictional Charlotte was going to be taking my place at the table. So I woke up early and decided that it would be better for me to shower and NOT go back to sleep. So I got up, fed the fish, fed the dogs, showered, got dressed. Sent him a good morning text just to check for signs of life because some guys have a tendency to disappear on date day. But not Bumble guy. Not only did he reply, he said he was ready so we could go to breakfast early if I wanted. I agreed and we met at his favorite restaurant. I ordered a blueberry pancake he ordered the corn beef hash. We had a conversation earlier in the week and he insisted that I would love it and needed to try it. I don’t usually eat meat. I don’t label myself a vegetarian really, but I stay away from meat 98% of the time, but when I got there, we were hitting it off so I took the obligatory bite of hash. It was really salty and was a good reminder that I have never liked corned beef. He didn’t care, nor did he make a big deal out o the fact that I don’t eat meat, which a lot of guys do. A lot of guys think that if I don’t eat meat, they can’t take me to a restaurant. As if there is some universal rule that says every dinner plate must include some form of animal. Even when I assure them that every single restaurant has steamed vegetables, fruit, potatoes, rice and/or salad, it still always seems to miss the mark. But not this guy. He didn’t give a fuck. He wanted the hash so that’s where we were going and hopefully I could find something to eat. And I did. A pancake as big as my face stuffed with blueberries and some eggs. We spent way too much time at the restaurant. We did a lot of talking and not a lot of eating. When we finally got done eating, he asked if I wanted to take a walk. We happened to be in a part of the city that has sidewalks (which I love) and we also happened to be around the corner from his job. So we walked over there so he could show me a little piece of his world. He prefaced it with, “I’ve never taken anybody to my job before.” I was flattered, but I refrained from pulling out my Pinterest wedding pins. So we walked and talked. He showed me his work stuff which was super cool and artsy. I didn’t have to be to my little nacho gig for a couple more hours so we decided to go downtown. He’s not from here and doesn’t frequent the Old City or Market Square which are two of my favorite local spots. They are filled with restaurants, bars, stores, and coffee shops. So after he got done showing me his little piece of the world, I got to show him mine. We walked around downtown and had plenty to talk about. There was never a lull in the conversation, which is always nice. He’s cultured and well traveled and well spoken. He’s funny in his own kind of way. Not in a sarcastic asshole kind of way like I am, but in a matter of fact humorous way. We have a lot in common, but we are also strikingly different. He’s not the kind of guy I would usually find myself gravitating toward. He doesn’t have that bad boy, “I’m probably going to fuck you over” look. He’s tall, very thin, bald, wears glasses and he seems like a pretty nice dude. He plays video games and knows a lot about comics, but like I said, we had things in common. So we did the walking and talking thing until it was time for me to go to my nacho selling gig. We walked back to the car where my niece was waiting to meet me. He gave me a hug and we parted ways assuring each other that we would have to do something again soon. It was a surprisingly good first date.
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