Lucky #7

So my last two posts definitely had a twinge of negativity. I'd had six dates since my resolution to 'date vegas' and write about it and any hope of things becoming 'something' with those three boys was nonexistent. and the prospects the internet was guiding me to were dim and depressing...
then came banana man and date #7. lucky #7.
let me back up...
first there was cali dude. i don't know what happened to cali dude. he texted me on monday as I was getting ready for bed (at 9pm) and all he said was "ok, goodnight." then never followed through on the whole, let's get together this week. i guess i didn't follow through either, so i just let him slip away. oh well.
i did make it to open communication with two guys on eharmony. one wanted me to call him right away, and when i told him to email me first, he wrote from an aol.com account (ok, i shouldn't hold that against a guy, but seriously. who uses aol these days?) and he sent the same email twice.
and he couldn't write for crap. deal breaker. here's a sampling:
Hello Lisa
How are you Lisa? Hope you had a great weekend. How's was your Valentine's Day? I'm originally from NJ, but for the past 5 years have spend most of the winters in AZ, Nevada, and Colorado. Being a landlord and I put together commercial land leases allows me to travel and have some flexible time to spend time doing thing I enjoy.

i could give this email to my 7th graders to edit in their daily oral language.
it goes on to list the random things he likes to do and what he's looking for and blahblahblah. then he signed it, "Always".
ummm no. not always. try never. delete.

and it's actions like this...non responses, copying emails to my friends and mocking these poor guys behind their backs that makes me think, maybe karma is out to get me. that's why i am not meeting anyone...
then came banana man.
so on tuesday i get this match.com email from a guy wearing a banana costume in his profile. wtf. but beneath that banana he looked kinda cute. the rest of his pics were cute too...and his email was short, sweet, witty and random. it began with, "aren't you cute." me? cute? ok, i'm listening. it ended with, "do you like guacamole?"
so I reply and we email random emails back and forth all week, until he tells me to text my response, and then we text back and forth until he asks me out for saturday night. he's very forward about it. no, "hey would you like to go out sometime." just, "are you free for drinks sat. night 8pm?"

so...
Saturday night comes, and we meet at bar Louie, which incidentally, is the same place where I had drinks with the professor after dinner a few weeks before. my dates are all at the same places. one day i'm going to run into someone i dated on a new date.
i get there and he's cute. solidly built, neat light colored hair, dark eyes, total babyface, cause, oh yeah, he's 26. so i'm a bit older.
but things go great. we're talking non stop and even approaching some typically taboo first date topics-- the bad stuff we see in our jobs (oh yeah, he's a lawyer. family court)...weight loss...the vegas (lack of) dating scene...etc and he even points this out and how easy it is to talk to me. and so i'm hoping he's feeling me as much as i'm feeling him, then, right there in mid sentence, he kisses me.
so i guess that settles that one.
we get bored with the scene at bar Louie and decide to try out another place..making out along the way...finally, we end up at Pete's dueling piano bar. totally fun place btw. anyone who comes to visit me (nudge nudge) will find themselves here. we drink. we sing. we drink. we kiss. before i know it it's 2 something. the time has come...i don't want to go home...BUT its only the first date and i explain this to him and he's cool. then he says, "I wouldn't have slept with you anyway. at least not on the first date."
sigh and heart patter patter.
i weigh the pros and cons in my head...go home with him? go home alone? with him? alone?
is it really that bad to go home with someone on the first date? i decide no. i shaved my legs for a reason. i was wearing cute panties for a reason. who cares if it's date one. there's chemistry. just do it.
well, not IT but just have fun. that is my motto after all.
so when i get in his car to drive me to mine, and he misses the turn for my parking garage and turns on the main road towards his house instead, i don't say anything.

and what happens in vegas. stays in vegas.

I will say that he stuck by his earlier claim and he did not even try to go further than necessary.
by 10AM we both agreed that it was an all around good first date.
we stopped for a subway lunch on the way back to my abandoned car and finally, at 12:30, I was home.
we don't have definite plans to hang again, but i'm not too worried about it. i am quite certain that it's a matter of WHEN and not IF.
i better not be wrong.

so that is the tale of Banana man. and my 7th date of the new year.
and i'm spent.
totally time for bed...
hopefully there'll be more fun updates in the future!