So I went out on another first date, this is the first, first date where the venue was quiet enough to talk, sitting outside a vegan restaurant in Studio City in the evening. It was a little cold outside after awhile, but I had a wonderful time chatting with him. We closed the restaurant and headed to an Irish pub, which ended up being more noisy as 10 minutes after we sat down a live band started playing.
Now, he was a little younger than I was looking to date – 30 years old….makes me feel a little bit skeevy, but not *that* much, apparently. He was well spoken and employed, which is something I like in a guy. He had a spectacular sense of humor and actually verbally sparred with me, which was both shocking and very welcome.
Now, since I use pseudonyms for people, what would I call him? No-Foot Guy, yup, this guy had no feet, that is to say he had prosthetics. How did that play into things, well, other than the limp and the rough drive (I compare it to me trying to drive in those big boots I often wear), it really didn’t. Oh, my co-workers and family really let me (or him really) have it…and yes, I snickered to myself when I peered over his shoulder at dinner and saw a billboard for Footloose.
My parents asked me if I had considered the cruelty of my family with their incessant teasing, when going out with this guy, as unlike most people my family wouldn’t let it go….30 years from now I’d still hear about his no-feet having situation. Oh well…you have to take people as they are (yes, I’m referring to my family here).
That being said, I would go out with him again. He was really fun, smart and funny…so that means he’ll probably not want to go out with me again. From what he’s told me, he travels frequently for work and hasn’t been in SoCal for more than two days in a row since our date on the 17th of September – and in my active imagination he’s got girls stashed all over the globe (because if I was a man, that’s what I would do)…so I’m not sure if I’d even have the opportunity to go out again.
