A date with Dr. House

So, the first man up in my dating order (god I really need to STOP with these sports metaphors) was Dr. House, whom I discussed last week.

To mentally prepare myself for the date I looked at his photos multiple times throughout the day to remind myself what he looked like.  I have a tendency to romanticize things in my head and I wanted to manage my expectations so that I wouldn't be distracted, or, and I know this makes me an awful person, disappointed that he wasn't as hot as I hoped he would be.

Hey.  I'm not perfect.  I'm trying to grow as a person.  Gotta walk before I run.

I showed up at the bar, not even late for once, and there he was.  Much to my relief he was cuter in person than I had prepared myself for!  (Love lesson #4: keep expectations low and you'll always be pleasantly surprised.)  We had an absolutely LOVELY date, conversation flowed as easily in person as it did online, and we stayed for 3 drinks instead of my usual two because I didn't want the night to end.  Nor did he.

Dr. House gave off a clear vibe that he is not a disrespectful booty hound so after our drinks I invited him over to my place to hang for awhile.  I was just so happy to be having such a good time and be more attracted to him than I had anticipated.  And my gut was right: we watched TV, we smooched a little, nothing untoward happened.  When he left I went to bed with a smile on my face.

The next day while daydreaming of life as a doctor's wife and gushing to my friends about how great the date was, an email arrived from him.

Hey there.  Great night last night, and wow, I'm off the charts attracted to you.  So that's why this is going to sound strange but I need to leave it at that and not move forward.  Turns out I'm not as ready for dating as I thought I was and certainly not for something real like you are.  I hope you can understand and I'm sorry.

Donde esta?

And just like that, I went from living the high life at my summer home in Malibu and wintering in Aspen, back to reality in my rented apartment.  I get it.  He told me he and his ex had broken up in July.  But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.

When am I going to find my doctor in shining lab coat?

They keep saying the right person will come along, I think mine got hit by a truck,
LL

Dr. House

Why yes, this IS just what I ordered!

Last week while I was posting about those in the late 20's and up set being comfortable enough with ourselves to spend time online on a Saturday night, whaddayaknow one of said singles emailed me.  One of those guys who has the art of a casual email perfected either because they've been doing this online thing way too long (as I have) or because that's just the type of person they are.  I prefer the latter, but you never know what you're going to get.

Lucky for me, Dr. House was one of the second types.  Though upon first look at his profile he didn't seem to be my physical type, his email was so nice and fun in nature I felt guilty for considering not writing back.  Also those damn rules about stepping outside of my comfort zone kept echoing in my head.  So I responded.

In the past week we have apparently sent 17 emails each.  This of course means multiple emails a day.  And they haven't been just one sentence messages either.  We've been regaling each other with our wit, asking the typical getting to know you questions, and even getting a little bit more personal than I usually do with guys I'm just emailing with.  Not in a creepy way but in a comfortable fun way.  I've really looked forward to seeing his screenname in my inbox.

It's only been a week though it feels like much longer than that given how frequently we've talked.  But he finally asked me for drinks and so we will be meeting in person very soon.  I'm both excited and a little nervous about this.  Not nervous in the usual first date way but nervous about the reality of Dr. House.

As I said, he's not really my physical type.  And while chemistry is important, finding someone who is NICE and fun and funny and consistent is equally, if not more, important.  I am so hoping I am not going to get in my own way and write him off immediately because I don't feel some kind of instant attraction to him.

I mean, I felt instant attraction to Funions and look how that is going.

This is really going to be my chance to put this new dating mindset to the test.  Or so I think it is.  For all I know he could walk in and have some kind of air about him in person like he does online and I'll want to drop my pants in the middle of the bar.

Fingers crossed.

The only thing wrong with being an atheist is that there's nobody to talk during an orgasm,
LL