Mr. Hyde: First Date Edition, and: Ruminations

So, friends. I just had a 2-ish hour drinks date with Mr. Hyde.  Here are some observations:
He is shorter than me.
He is more attractive than his super nerdy profile picture would suggest, yet not incredibly attractive.
He is smart and capable of holding an intelligent conversation.
He is finding out where his residency is in about two weeks.
He declined a 3d beer, and we parted ways at about 10:30 pm.

I am currently at Rudy's enjoying a Margarita and checking out the hot bartender (I know, a hot bartender at Rudy's? Might be the dark'n'stormies talkin') whilst writing this post.

I find myself thinking about this whole endeavor of mine. Mr. Hyde was a pleasant fellow.  I suspect he was uninterested in me, and that is ok.  Given the opportunity I would likely go out with him again, but I would not sweat the lack of communication that is sure to follow that date.  I just can't help but think of an amazing first date I exerienced. It was with a man that would turn out to be a scumbag but it was one hell of a first date, my friends.

Initial attempt

Subsequent attempt.  Slight improvement.

This epic first date was with my oft-mentioned ex boyfriend douche bag extraordinare.  I didn't have much to go on but he was charming in our limited online correspondence. I arrived at this very restaurant in which I currently sit prior to my date and awaited that dick.  He arrived a few minutes late (a harbinger of things to come) but I immediately found him attractive upon his arrival.  He was just appealling and had a very chill demeanor.  As we sat at the bar he produced a compact disc from his pocket and I noticed the words "Dr. Who" scribbled across the paper sheath.  This brilliant man had brought me pirated British television on a first date and I knew then we would soon be sucking face.  We enjoyed delicious margaritas and even a slice of key lime pie.  He brushed his hand against my side when he got up to use the bathroom and paid the tab when I got up to do the same (use the bathroom, not brush my hand against his side). 

Just for disclosure's sake, I'm home now.  There's only so much time a young lady can pass in a tex-mex restaurant alone on a Friday night.  Anyway, I was inspired, so suck it detractors.  I hung out alone in a tex-mex restaurant and composed seriously self-relflecitve and brilliant blog material immediately following a date, margarita in hand.  Any blogger who hasn't tried this is doing themselves a diservice.  (please see initial, and subsequent, post-Rudy's photos, at right).  

Anyway, the date was fantastic and fun and tension-filled and I wanted massively to make out with this fella.  We finally departed the resto and he kinda walked me home, in-so-far as I thought we were walking to his car but he actually just walked me home.  We go to my place and passionately made out in the driveway.  It was some seriously fun making out, let me tell you.  I have had limited make-out experiences that matched this one.  ANyway, even though that dip-shit turned out to be a cheating scumbag, let's just acknowledge that it was a brilliant, spark-filled first date.  

The whole point of this diatribe is that I haven't had anything even remotely approaching this level of enjoyability since I've re-entered the online-dating world.  I've gone on about 10 first dates in the past 4 months.  That's not an incredible amount, but come on, I'm not exactly fighting off suitors here.  I guess this is all just to say that this blows.  I am honestly very happy that I have this charming blog and all my charming friends and family members to read this.  It would be infinitely more difficult to go on all these asinine first dates if I didn't have you kiddos reading my stream-of-conscience bullshit after every date.  I have to go ahead and pat myself on the back a little here - I'm pretty proud of myself for carrying on with this idiotic plan, but I will fully admit it's kind of fun with you guys paying attention.  In other words, I really am glad you friends-o-mine read this and tell me how you find it.  You should tell me how you find it even if its in misery and pity.  Just leave a comment and let me know there is some entertainment value.  If you happen to be a friend of mine who is also a literary agent who wants me to write a novel for you, so be it.  If you happen to be an acquaintance of Pete Holmes, so bet it, yes, I will date him if you must know right now.  

Thanks darlings!  Go single-dom!