Dear Future Hubby,
If you ask me out on a second “date” not once, but twice, during our first date, please follow through on that shit. I know I’m not supposed to get my hopes up and I’m supposed to not over think it, but let’s get real. There’s a fraction of me that is currently doing both as I sit here and type this.
First date Fresh Marg
I FINALLY broke down and went on a date with someone from OkCupid. Music Guy and I had been talking for a couple of weeks with what is quite possibly the longest letters I’ve ever written in my life. We’re talking longer than the last ditch effort letter to Double Threat, which itself was a novel. We met up for drinks on Friday and thanks to the craziness at work, I hadn’t allowed myself to get nervous and/or complete flake on the meet up. Go me! Progress on so many levels right there. This doesn’t mean I didn’t sit in my car for 10 minutes before walking in texting every single one of my friends I knew would listen with “I hate dating!!”
As soon as I walked in the door, I instantly felt better. Not because he was uber cute (cause he is) but I think the adrenalin kicked in. I couldn’t very well walk out. Welcome to the point of no return. Two hours later and at least a few awkward pauses trying to figure out what we were going to talk about next, we decided to grab the tab. As we’re doing so, he proceeds to go “We should grad a drink or dinner, some time this week. I know you’re busy with Comic-Con and all but…” Um, yes! Yes, we should grab dinner. Yes, I’m swamped with Comic-Con, but hell, I’m trying to maintain a normal life right now in the midst of crazy.
Maybe I’ve been on too many bad dates but I was totally ready and willing to accept the “Ok, well it was nice to meet you. Have a good night.” ending to the evening and I would never hear from him again. Maybe this time would be different. I decided to go out on a limb. As we had been talking about my new apartment, I invited him to my housewarming the next night and now, looking back, I maybe only 65% regret doing that. He had a show that night he had to go to for work, but he said he would try and stop by. Cut to 24 hours later, he didn’t stop by. No big deal, as I’m actually glad he didn’t show up to see me shit faced off margaritas, playing flip cup in my front yard. At the bar though, he seemed super into the party though, even grabbing my address and last name. Insert part where I get super nervous about if he googles me. I made sure nothing too incriminating came up when I got home. Nope, only my imdb page.
When we head outside, he hugs me and says it was great to finally meet me and then, started throwing out dates for dinner. “I have a show Wednesday night,
Johnny Knoxville sat next to us. Bar buddies! He drank a marg like me. How minty.
but I just have to stop by so maybe after that. Or Thursday night works too.” Sure, either works for me, just let me know. I mean, what guys start actually throwing out days for date number two if he’s not interested, right? I’m not crazy, am I? He could have just totally blown me off if he didn’t really want to go to dinner. Then again…he didn’t come to my party and as a girl, I have He’s Just Not That Into You in my head going “If he’s not coming to your party, he’s just not that into you.”
So it’s now Monday and I haven’t heard from him in regards to dinner or my party or life. If he makes date number 2 happen, then he does. If not, well, I am working Comic-Con next week. Maybe I’ll be a really dorky, but hot fanboy. Paging Seth Cohen. I’m just saying Future Hubby. Don’t mention date number two on the first date if you aren’t going to follow through. As much as I want to say I won’t over analyze any and all second date fake outs, every girl does and you better believe I’m trying to stop myself from doing so right now.
Xo,
Your Future Wife
