Date Six

The Set-Up
   About a day after speed dating I received an e-mail with my matches. That night I get an e-mail asking for a phone number and by the end of the week I had a lunch date lined up- the day after date number five. This posed to be only a minor ethical dilemma for me (the more major dilemma was that date five and date six have the same name- so their names are hugging relatives on my phone, causing panic any time I try to contact one of them). We agree to meet at the same place I went for date number one.
The Date
   I plan on going to the restaurant a little early so he will have to search for me. This is all because I don’t remember who this guy is exactly. Remember, I went on thirty three-minute dates. Names, faces, majors, and interests all blur together. So my big plan is to have him reveal himself to me. Due to my disaster of a room, (seriously, I’m like Ke$ha, I wake up every morning, not by brushing my teeth with a bottle of Jack, but by being surrounded by glitter and garbage) I end up being about five minutes late. It is all good though, because he is already there with a perfect table, away from doors, windows and ordering counters and next to the bookshelf. This is good feug shui and a great omen.
   So once again I do the typical first date thing. We chat. Our waiter comes by and asks if we know what we want to order. We had both been so busy talking we were unable to look at the menu. This happens three times. Luckily the waiter is understanding about the whole ordeal and gives is an hour (yes, one hour) before we order our food. Yes, this I am sure, is another sign of us hitting it off. Who knew speed dating would work so well?
   We chat about a lot. We have enough in common, but not a ridiculous amount (so unlike match number one, it wasn’t like dating the male, extra chill, hippie me). He is interesting and has a lot of neat experiences. But he lets me talk about myself, too. He comes off as intelligent and driven, but still able to relax and have fun. We basically hit it off (or so it seemed) and he blows off his office hours so we can continue our conversation. When the bill comes and he tries to pay I tell him no, but he insists and tells me that next time I’ll get it.
   After the date I go to Grandma for a post-date chat. He immediately texts me complaining that he cannot Facebook-friend me. He doesn’t text/message/call that day or anything. But 48 hours later he asks me out again.


The Results:
Well he asked me out again.  So...  Plus this might be the first "aww" inducing entry in the blog...
Grade of Match:  B+ (We could chat forever.  But you know, it was just a first date)
Grade of Date:  B (Okay, these lunches are getting a little old, but it wasn't awkward, so that's awesome)

Next time: The first second date

xoxo Serial Dater