Ask and You Shall Receive

So apparently, all I had to do was whine and the Dating Gods answered my prayers.

Yes, it happened.  I finally made out with an OKC date.

However, we’ll get to that later… I’d like to do a nice little round-up of the dates that I’ve been on so far, since I’ve gotten a little bit lazy… sorry!

So I’ve told you guys about the first “date” that I went on, aka the Non-Date.  Since then, I’ve been out with several fine young men (and a few not-so-fine men as well).  Here are some highlights:

• First “Real” Date:  Date and I met up for tapas at a wine bar.  Neither of us had been before, but the nameof the place alludes to the fact that they specialize in grape-based alcohol (I was pretty excited).  Mind you, I didn't suggest this place; he did.  Right before we go to order some beverages, Date drops this bomb: he doesn’t drink alcohol.  That’s cool, I get it.  BUT WHY INVITE ME TO A WINE BAR?  I felt like a pilgrim on the Santa Maria: “Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.”  Needless to say, we haven’t been back out together.  Also, I swear I’m not a lush.
• The next day, I went out on another date.  This guy seemed like a pretty good match: great conversation, super-cute, well-educated, somewhat outdoorsy.  The catch?  He doesn’t wear sweatpants.  Doesn’t even own a pair.  What is that?  Show yourself to the door, sir.

The next few dates went by in a bit of a blur.  There was the old-friend-with-new-promise (haven’t seen him since), the child (Stage 4 Clinger), the dude who didn’t look a thing like his pictures (Next!), and the recently single former neighbor (seriously, what was I thinking?).  Scattered in there have been a couple of decent guys… I suppose this is the point where I should discuss them…

I’ve been out with one guy 4 times now.  Yes, you read that correctly: Four. Quatre. Quattro.  Vier.  Fa.  Cuatro.  [insert other languages here].  He finally made a move on me after we split a bottle of vino at a local winery.  I had kind of forgotten how much fun making out can be, you guys.  Isn’t that sad?  Anyway, I feel confident enough that I’ll be seeing him again to give him a moniker.  From here on out, he shall be referred to as Tonsil Hockey, given his propensity for kissin’ and actually playing ice hockey.  Fitting, eh?

The other promising date happened the day after Make Out Day.  Date took me to brunch at a restaurant that specializes in everything pig.  Words cannot describe how much I loved this meal.  Hog Heaven comes close ;)  Anyway, after we pigged out (sorry, I just can’t help myself!), we went on an “Urban Hike” (Date’s words, not mine) through downtown and ended up at a park, watching planes at National take off overhead.  On the way, we managed to check off one of the activities on my list: we went paddle-boating in the TidalBasin! I was pretty excited, in case you couldn’t tell.

This Date (we shall call him the Construction Cutie) works as a foreman-type of dude from what I can tell, and is out of town on a regular basis (perfect, since he won’t know/care that I’m out with other guys on the weeknights!).  I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing more of each other.  Even though: no post-date kissin’.  Oh well, there’s always next time!