First Dates

I’m back. I’m not really sure why I left but it had something to do with forgetting that I can write these fantastic blogs without being connected to the net. Really, sometimes I feel like the ethernet cord is attached to my spine I’m around this computer so much.

So, first dates. That’s what I want to rant about and would love to hear some comments, horror stories, and anything else in between. They are the basis for so many great stories and the Hollywood expectations of first dates is enough anxiety to throw anyone into a corner cowering feebly.

Not to get into specifics for legal and moral reasons of my date tonight. But it was probably one of the best that I can recall. It was...well...simply sweet and normal. No high drama, no Freudian analysis, just a great conversation that lasted from coffee shop to great thai and back to coffee in the open air.

We talked about work, passions, and ways to tell when you’ve tied one too many on. Oh, the part that might be normal for all but it works for me in the flow of the convo is regarding shoes. They come up...a lot. I guess I have that shoe vibe going on...who knew.

I think the best barometer for a first date has to be time. Not only the length of time spent together but really how quickly the clock flies. What are your feelings on this?

Now, I might have gone pretty traditional with buying dinner for us but the way I see it is, if I’m the one asking out on a first date it’s just common-courtesy that I cover the meal. If she wants to grab drinks or coffee after, I’m cool with that. After those first initial meeting then going dutch is par.

Well, it was successful enough that we’ve set-up a second date. Thanks for the great night J.

So I’m interested to hear some of your best and worst first dates!