The forgotten date

I know, I know... You guys have been mad and sad and disappointed in my blogging.. or lack thereof. I'm sorry! But now you know how my suitors feel... I'm really bad with following up with them also. I had a date almost a month ago with one of the first guys that sent me a message. He actually went to Mizzou and knew a guy that I was pretty good friends with in college. Anyway, I would forget to respond to his emails for weeks (sorry Charlie... hey, let's call him that.). But he was always very understanding and nice about it all, and even had a joke or two about how I must have to plan my dates weeks in advance.

After yet another 9 day lapse in responding to emails (in my defense, I get about a million a day and my job makes me "work" which has cut into my personal-email-checking time...), Charlie says he has tickets to see Jerry Seinfeld, and do I want to go? Uhm... yes. I love stand up comedy! Score- best date ever... I'm pumped. So I meet him at Macaroni Grill and we have a glass of wine before heading to the Winspear. He's cute! And, TALL (I had no idea there were any guys over 5'8" on Match). So we head down to the show, me in an adorable dress and cardigan, and him in his khaki pants and khaki+argyle sweater. And brown shoes.. loafers? mules? some kind of backless slides. And black socks... He obviously needs some help in this department.

Charlie is a pharmacist and owns a house in Frisco. Apparently in a subdivision with a lazy river. I want to visit him. I love lazy rivers.

He is incredibly nerdy- which I am actually okay with (and, as you will read in upcoming posts, I would prefer this over homeboy taking shots at the bar in the middle of the date). From a small town in Missouri, graduated with something like 40 people from high school, and probably saw the insides of countless lockers during that time. The show is good (for the record, the opening act was funnier than Jerry, sorry Seinfeld fans) and we go to PF Changs for dinner afterwards. Good conversation... he's smart and funny and super nice... even in black socks, brown shoes and a khaki sweater... in May.

No amazing fireworks or stars in my eyes.... Can this even happen on a first date?? (Spoiler alert... I now think it can! wink wink) So he was my.... seventh first date? What is the magic number; 17? Awesome. JUST TEN MORE! I got this, y'all.

All in all a good date, but he doesn't love dogs.