"You must be the best judge of your own happiness"
Last weekend I went on a blind date. Well, as blind as you can get with facebook and google search {I would share a couple tips on how to creep like a pro, but I’m afraid you would start calling me the blue stalking...I'm that good}.
For some reason in the past couple of weeks people have been setting me up on a lot of blind dates. Maybe the stench of singledom is finally starting to permeate around my presence.
I keep telling myself I should be flattered that my friends are so determined to set me up and the bachelors are overall fantastic, but I’m too nervous about the dates.
And this is why. When a guy asks you out you automatically know that he likes you -to some degree - and you know enough about him to judge how the date will go.
With a blind date you have to impress him from the start and you have no idea how it's going to be. And as we all know first impressions are not our finest hours. Or at least mine aren’t. I can’t tell you how many guys I have physically harmed, unintentionally insulted, or thrown my crazy on them sooner than is necessary. Disaster. I’m a disaster... in the most humorous way possible. I'm actually shocked that guys continue to go after me.
I sincerely hope most of you guys are as unsmooth as I, because that’s the lie I’ve been feeding myself all these years.
Well this Saturday I had one of my blind guys come and pick me up and as far as first impressions go, I was impressed. He was attractive, drove a very nice car {I know it’s materialistic and shallow for me to like that…but I do}, and he smelled wonderful. We started off with a hug and I have to say it was nice. He then drove me to a really fun restaurant and we had dinner. Overall, I was really impressed…know lets zero in on the details.
When we first got to dinner I was shaking. Literally shaking. The funny thing is I don’t know why I was. I’m not a nervous person, in fact I never get scared when talking to someone, I actually pride myself on my social skills. But I tell you, I was shaking. It got to the point I stopped going for the chip basket because I was afraid my shaky hands would give me away. I think he thought I was a dainty eater or something lame like that.
Well no worries, I proved him wrong on that account. About 20 minutes in, and with calmer hands, I consumed a massive amount of chips and completely cleaned my plate. I’m not even a bit ashamed, even though at one point he moved the chip basket in front of me….that was a little embarrassing.
Afterwards he went to drop me off {can I say how much I love dates that are under 2 hours. LOVE} and instead of leaving me at the doorstep he asked to come in. So I let him. I showed him around the place and we talked for a bit and then he left. Ok he didn’t just leave. Instead we had this awkward one arm hug, but then the other arm went in for the kill and it turned into a weird arm tango.
It was bad.
Overall, wonderful date with a great guy. Do I like him, no. Why? I have no idea. I just had this feeling that it wasn’t right and even though I know that’s silly, I have come to never question my feelings. If he asks me out again –which I don’t think he will {weird arm tango people!} - then yes, of course I’ll go. But for now I’m chalking it up to a nice dinner with an attractive guy.
-The Blue Stocking
P.S Guy from my ward insists on being wonderful and I still don’t know my best plan of action. We are spending a lot of time together, but no date! Argghhhhh. Chocolate has become my best friend....
4 comments:
Blue Stocking, I love you. You seem to be as awkward and ridiculous as I am. Don't you worry- there is at least one other girl as unsmooth as you are. I'm coming to realize that all these gorgeous, charismatic girls with highlighted hair and painted nails are just as awkward as I am, and, my, it is a lovely realization.
Why are hugs either wonderful...or the worst thing to happen since itunes raised it's prices. No worries Blue Stocking, you'll find the right guy soon enough.
I say just ask the guy in your ward out. As a guy it can be hard to figure it all out. Some guys take it slow too. I am pretty sure that I could never date someone that didn't know me already at least for a little. Then there is fear of losing the friendship if things don't work out (I am finding this to be less and less convincing everyday because if the relationship doesn't go forward, eventually it will start to go away). I think that if you ask him out or try talking to him directly you will come out a head either way. Something will start or you will be able to move on, you can't lose completely.
Ooh, tango?
Sounds passionate.
A weird arm square dance, now, that would've been different.
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