My Second On-Line Instigated Date

This time, I actually went out…out in public, yup that’s right, someone was seen with me in a public place.  I was unsure if it would ever happen since I usually get treated like some dirty secret most of the time.  We were to meet, 10:00PM at the Medusa Lounge, a club.  What to wear, I wondered, is there a dress code?

http://medusaloungela.com/

I Googled it…it had reviews on yelp and other social networking places, “the best sex club in L.A.”  Dear God…where had I agreed to go?  I’m a nice girl, I don’t swing, I don’t do groups or animals and I certainly don’t “perform” in public.  But…no dress-code and no no-dress code, so I decided to wear something a little less come-hither…I was working on my go-thither or maybe my stay-put look.  I wore a tank-top, sweater and an ankle-length skirt with knee-high boots…only my head, neck and arms were visible; which I was told by Sis that it was a cute look for a first date.  Of course the outfit was all black, so at least I could blend…or hide.

I arrived at 10, valet parked my car so I didn’t walk 1,000 miles and waited in line to get into the club.  The door-man flirted with me…made me feel good, but it was probably because I’m old and sad looking.  I don’t care, I take it where I can get it.  I paid to get in and ran to the bar – I was so thirsty…not sure why.  I grabbed a soda water and took a seat on a bench so I could scope things out and see anyone who came into the place.

Dr.Purple arrived after a set he’d done at some club (see my post on stand up comics), he was interesting, smart and funny – however, I couldn’t look at him since I had to sit with my ear facing him as it was so loud in the club.  It gave me a good view of the patrons, and I actually saw someone I knew and is drool-worthy; I’m glad he made it back to the states, but didn’t rush over to see him, I figured that would be rude to both my date and the nearly nude girls draping all over him.

If the Dr goes there regularly, as he says he does, then he would know it’s loud.  Why would you think that’s a good place for a “getting to know you” type of date?  Unless, of course, his motive from the beginning was to get me out of a noisy club and into the quiet of his house.  I notice I’m very suspicious of men, but it is battle-scars not irrational supposition.

I couldn’t stay out too late, because I had Faire in the morning, I think I was home by 1:00AM.  It started to rain as we walked from the club, I must look great in the rain because he did make play – as flattering as it is, I don’t go to bed with strangers on the first date, I mean, I do have a few rules.

And yes…I did get into a small, tiny, itty-bitty accident on the way home.  My shoes were slippery and slid off the break at a stop light and I barely rolled into someone’s bumper.  I jumped out and he said “get back in your car” and drove off.  Thank you stranger, you completed my night.

I have since heard from DrPurple…we tried to make a second date but he works, as do I, on the weekends.  Maybe after Faire is over.