Date 3 in the trifecta of a busy week was with San Diego. Given his name he obviously had to drive up from San Diego to see me. So when he suggested we get together at 6 I happily obliged. I figured we'd be done by 9 and he'd drive back to San Diego. Little did I know....
We met up at a bar on Ocean Ave. in Santa Monica. He was very handsome, nicely built, as tall as he had said in his profile, and didn't even give me a hard time for being embarrassingly late. (I know. Rude.) Conversation flowed as freely as the wine and it was light and delicious, much like the Sauvignon Blanc he had so kindly called me to ask if I would like him to order prior to my arrival.
After an hour or so he suggested we go someplace for dinner. We wandered down 3rd Street Promenade til we found an Italian place that served gnocchi, my favorite! As we were sitting down to dinner he mentioned he had some friends he'd like us to meet up with later. Their dinner reservation wasn't til 8. Which would mean we would be meeting them around 10 or so. It was now 7:30 and we were running out of the usual first date topics to talk about. Pass the wine....
If I talked about every detail of this date we'd be here all day. Dinner was fine, and having had 2 glasses of wine, I kissed him. He was a good kisser and smelled delicious. We met his friends at another bar around 11pm and dropped them off at home around midnight. By this time I had yawned numerous times throughout the evening and was relieved that it was finally time to go home.
He had other things in mind. He wanted to keep hanging out and talk. Ugh. But I always enjoy a good drive on the PCH and we were right there, so why not? We pulled over to look at the ocean, one thing led to another, and next thing you know we're necking like 2 teenagers on prom night.
We had been kissing for a few minutes when suddenly a bright light was shined into the car. Yes, the cops! WE JUST GOT BUSTED FOR PARKING! I could NOT stop laughing as the officer told us to move along. What am I, 16?! Fortunately we were both fully clothed, unlike the very unattractive fat man we saw get out of the backseat of the mini van in front of us. Ick. Nast.
By this time it was 1am and I finally asked for mercy. I could think of nothing but my comfy warm bed and though I was having a good enough time, sleep sounded even better. That should've been my first indication of whether I should see this guy again or not.
He said he wanted to come see me next weekend and I was too tired to argue, plus mildly interested. So I said yes. He's going to Vegas with his boys and then driving to see me. I think this makes absolutely no sense, but I'm a woman with a sense of direction, so what do I know?
I like him enough but do I LIKE him like him? Or am I just too in lust with Crikey to give this guy a fair shot? I suppose only time will tell but my gut is telling me this is probably not the best match for me.
Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling,
LL
P.S. - Another sign I probably shouldn't see this guy again? I texted Crikey during one of my bathroom breaks. Yes, I'll see you in hell.
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