The first guy that I decided to go out on a date with was named Jed. He did not live in my city but lived about an hour and a half north. We had talked back and forth for a couple of weeks and he seemed like a nice enough guy…or at least nice enough to go on a date with.
This was his story. He was a professional baseball player who had to quit due to an injury. He was now living in this city doing sales (or something) for work. According to what I could tell from his pictures he seemed like a really good looking guy and when I heard baseball player I was sold because I had always been somewhat of a cleat chaser :)
So, we decided to make some solid plans. Being that I was so new to this dating world I did not know how to begin with this. Since he was coming from out of town that really threw another dynamic into the entire situation…if we went to dinner and had a couple of drinks, where would he stay? Well, the obvious answer now that I'm smarter and more experienced is a HOTEL…however, let's remember that I was a freshly hatched chick into this scary dating world so I thought he could just stay in the extra bedroom at my house. Surely that would be safe and nothing could possibly go wrong. Hmmm…
Well, Jed came down on Friday afternoon. He showed up in a brand new black Toyota 4-Runner complete with big tires and rims and LOUD speakers. As soon as he hopped out of his "cool" truck my first impression was that he was much shorter than I imagined and that he looked like he had probably gained 35 pounds since any of his last pictures were taken. He asked me whether or not I liked his truck because he customized it with me in mind! Seriously?!? Just incase you want to keep up…RED FLAG #1.
As Jed was getting out of his too cool for school black Toyota 4-Runner, he popped the back hatch and grabbed not 1 but 2 duffel bags!!! What was this guy doing?!? Moving in?? Yes, that would be RED FLAG # 2. I was trying to be cool and go with it. After all, I had not told him that he was my FIRST DATE since my divorce. I wanted him to think that I was good at this. He brought his bags into my house and put them down. I decided we needed to get this show on the road and head out to dinner.
We went and grabbed a bite to eat, had a couple of drinks over dinner and came back to my house. Dinner was pleasant but I was by no means blown away by this guy. From what I can recall after we got back I opened a bottle of wine, purely trying to drink my sorrows away because I had already come to the conclusion that this was not going to end well. However, it was late and we had both had a good bit to drink so I was not going to ship him off to drive home…after all, I'm not that heartless. Little did I know this date was nowhere near over!
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