Schmidt somewhat resembles his name-sake, Schmidt, from New Girl. I chose this particular picture because I am obviously a beautiful model, like his TV love interest, pictured here. |
Prior to meeting, I was thinking perhaps Schmidt would not be super interested in me because his profile suggested he was tall and relatively attractive and several years younger than me. After meeting, I was SURE he wouldn't be interested in me, he's tall, relatively attractive and skinny. Note: thin and young is basically the opposite of "my type." I have dated exclusively older chaps, and they've all been on the bigger side. Now Schmidt, I am confident I weigh more than. I am not a small person, so such a comparison wouldn't suggest this kid has an eating disorder or something, he's just a thin dude. On top of him being attractive and thin, I also got the immediate impression he wasn't super interested in standing in a semi-crowded bar and speaking with me. Either he was nervous initially, or my amazing charm and wit convinced him to look past my enormity and hideous appearance (I'm exaggerating, I'm kind of normal sized and kind of average looking). While we were having a nice conversation that I was enjoying, I still felt the Schmidt-ster wasn't dying to make out with me, so, being a gracious date, I gave him several opportunities at the first bar we visited to dip out. That first bar became even more crowded so I suggested we find someplace more pleasant to chat and drink. (Note, another great opportunity for him to end our evening together, but he said he'd like to try another place)
We went to the divey-est bar in my neighborhood which I happen to really enjoy because it reminds me very much of the divey-est bars I occasionally patronized in Baltimore. Schmidty seemed much more at ease in this setting: we got another drink, chatted some more, and eventually got a couple stools at the bar. The charmer gave me a signal or two that he WAS actually interested in me for more than just my rapier wit - he did the brushing his hand against my side or arm as he got up to use the bathroom. Schmidt, being a very reasonable young man, was taking care not to drink too much because he drove, so after a slowly consumed beer we headed out, and Schmidty drove us to my house. Now, I had spent approximately 3 hours with this man, which is probably not enough to really ensure he's not a murderer or rapist, but I guess my concern was insignificant compared to the enjoyment I was experiencing with this nice young fella.
We had some wine and chit-chatted on the couch for awhile about all sorts of topics. I made a very sincere, half-drunk comment at one point when Schmidt used a phrase I am very fond of, and basically said, "Even if you don't want to put the moves on me, we have to be friends, because . . . . (some drunk explanation of how enjoyable I found him and my appreciation of his use of such a wonderful phrase)." Well, drunk Lauren is so sliiiiick - little did I realize that this was an excellent invitation, which Mr. Schmidt accepted, to start a little smoochin'. Eventually it became very late and the Schmidt-ster bid me adieu and went home.
So, in conclusion/summary, I went on a fun date with someone I found attractive and with whom I have things in common. I doubt we are soul mates, but suffice it to say, my faith in dating is restored. Turns out all I have to do is go on about 5 tolerable-to-horrible dates and I am rewarded with one good date (so far, I'm hoping for a second good date with Schmidt).
2013 is looking aces so far!
yeah, yeah, yeah! i think that is totally true. wait, is your blog going to get boring now? anyway, can't wait to hear more!
ReplyDeleteAre you suggesting that by enjoying myself I will bore you? If so, lets hope I remain boring!
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