Fourth First Date.

Aside from my first-first-date, it seems I have a pattern. I guess I enjoy first dates. Don’t get me wrong, I dread them beforehand, curse myself out for agreeing to the date while I’m getting ready for it, but at the first date I’m pleasantly surprised by the person sitting across from me. I’m not sure why it eventually implodes. “Dr. Marty” was my second first date, and I had what I thought was a splendid evening with him. Unfortunately he bored me to tears on our second date, not to mention I met “Kevin” while Doc was out of town and Kevin blew him out of the water. So, no third date for DocMar. And Kevin? Kevin didn’t really do anything wrong. I was head over heels after the first date, the second date not as much, and after the third date I went into my missing “Afkah” downward spiral and haven’t seen Kevin since. (*AFKA=Artist Formerly Known As Husband if this is your first time reading.) Being divorced for a while himself Kevin understood I was, “in the thick of it,” and still texts me once in a while to check in. I’m sure he’ll think I’m an asshole if/when he reads that I had a date last night after I told him I didn’t want to go out with anyone. But it was an accident, really! As I said in my last entry, I blame it on Bitmoji, and I had to go out with “Ryan.” Too many small world connections, and I love the fact that his father got me pregnant. Read the previous entry if you’re horrified right now.
On to my fourth first date.
Ryan: 45, lives in Santa Monica, has been engaged but never married, and no kids.
We chatted on the phone a few days back and it was a lovely convo. He’s easy to talk to and has a great personality. I had a few clients before the date and a few clients this morning so I dropped Willa off with my parents for a sleepover. I told him to meet me at the same bar I took Kevin to on our first date. It’s easy for me to get to and I like the vibe. The evening started out perfectly. I arrived at 7pm on the dot, the same time that the anti-gridlock parking time on Pico Blvd is over, so I got a free meter right out front, bypassing the valet. Scoooore!!! How could the night get any better than that? He came in a little after me. OK, I know I’ve been telling my friends I want to marry a funny fat guy, completely opposite of ripped Afkah, who’s going to worship the ground I walk on and think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, but I’ve gotta say, Ryan is shredded. And I like it. At least he looked shredded through his clothes. He’s not tall, but fit, very athletic, and seems like he has good style. Haha, I just had a flashback of DocMar’s outfit on the second date. Man, that was awful. Anyway, we grabbed a booth, ordered drinks, and caught each other up on our lives. The dude is fun. He takes cooking class, goes to surf camp, and a host of other fun activities I’d love to do but would never think to sign up for. He switched careers in his late twenties right after getting his masters and before starting his hours to become a psychologist, so he still has that therapist vibe a little bit. At one point in the night he asked me if I thought I was really ready to get back out into the dating world. Kind of stopped me in my tracks. How do I answer that? I was honest. Took a second and said, “I’m not really sure. I think so? This is the only game in town and I’m not so jaded that I don’t believe in love anymore so why not start now? I want to spend my life with someone and know it’s possible for me. I’m just figuring it out as I go along.” The bar got crowded as hell after an hour or so and even though we were at a booth I needed a hearing aid to hear him and a megaphone to be heard. I suggested we go for a walk because it was such a nice night. The night stroll was comfortable and enjoyable. After a few blocks we were at my car. He called his Uber and I waited for him to get picked up. He text me from the Uber saying, “That was fun,” and I agreed. We had a good hour of back and forth comedic texts. He can definitely keep up with me which is awesome. But alas, it’s a first date, and I’ve felt this way after the last few first dates as well. He leaves town for a week on Sunday and I have plans with friends Saturday so won’t be seeing him then. We shall see what happens when he returns…
I’ll end here.
The picture is of Willa eating her fist ever popsicle, made with love by my next door neighbor and her daughter, Willa’s idol, two year old Emma. They moved from New York and Heather has answered my prayers for a cool neighbor friend with a tot around Willa’s age. Willa’s obsessed in love with Emma. I don’t have any picture ideas relating to my date with Ryan, so a cute baby pic shall suffice. Thank you so much for reading!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s