Blind Date Recap
As I was saying last time, I went on a real blind date the other night. I hadn’t seen any pictures of Police Officer (PO), and we had only talked on the phone once and exchanged a few texts. Needless to say, I was a little nervous heading out. It didn’t help much that I fell asleep at the pool and almost overslept for the date, and showed up with a pretty sunburnt back. But that’s neither here nor there.
PO and I met outside of Uno’s. Unsure of what the hell to do when you meet someone you’ve never seen before, I immediately gave him a somewhat (read: really) awkward hug. You could tell he was taken aback and I thought hmm, maybe I should have gone for the handshake. Next time, for sure.
Inside, we got a drink. Apparently I passed some sort of test, because he suggested we get dinner. Initially, we were only meeting for a drink. I took this as a good sign. Or, maybe he was just hungry. Or, maybe he just wanted to make sure I didn’t drink without eating (cause then he may have to pull me over for a DUI after the date). I’ll never know.
Initial impressions of PO: Cute, with a bit of gray in his hair (like Richard Gere when he was youngish and cute). Maybe a little short for my tastes, but still taller than me so not a dealbreaker. Pretty eyes. I’m a little concerned he’s too old for me (um, like literally a decade older than me. He could have babysat me. While I listen to 90s music, he probably listens to 80s music. The year he was born (1975), Wheel of Fortune and Saturday Night Live debuted on NBC. Gerald Ford was president. The term Microsoft was used for the first time. The year I was born (1985)? Ronald Reagan was president. Back to the Future opened in theatres. Coca Cola changed its formula and released New Coke and went back to its original formula a few months later. And people started planning to go on the Challenger … and we all know how that turned out. Not that any of those facts are relevant. I just found them interesting. Love Wikipedia.)
He ordered the same meal as me (coincidence, I believe – and he got different sides), so he has good taste in food. He was actually pretty funny, and while you aren’t supposed to talk about exes on the first date, he did his fair share (and we all know I did too, who are you kidding?). Apparently he has had a run of crazy women. I made a mental note not to tell him about the blog.
And then I told PO about the blog. Yeah, you know it. Go big or go home. Sometimes, I feel like I’m on How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days. Only, I’m not nearly as cute as Kate Hudson. And the guys I’m dating are no Matthew McConaugheys (I wish!). Then, I take it up a notch, and text him the blog address when he asks so he can read it for himself. I live dangerously. You can find his first (and only so far) comment on the last blog post.
We have a pretty fun dinner. I learn that I will probably be OK if I go about 8 miles over the speed limit, and that he too has heard that everyone calls Chesterfield County the loving nickname Arrest-a-field. I hear some fun cop stories about the crazy stuff he encounters on a daily basis, and I attempt to explain to him what the hell I do at a PR agency (I think he gets it. Sort of. At least I know he knows I’m not in advertising, so that’s a step in the right direction. Hell, I don’t think my mom could even tell you what I do).
The check came and he paid. I offer, of course. Then I feel like a bad feminist for secretly being happy he paid – not because of the money, really, but because it’s a nice gentlemanly gesture. I make a mental note to sign up for a women’s studies class at VCU. ASAP.
He walked me to my car, and we hugged goodbye. This hug was less awkward than the first. We’ve been texting a lot since, but he has yet to ask for a second date. He called my blog some variation of “funny” and “healthy.” Hmm. I’m going to noodle on that one.
I made sure to make a complete stop at the stop sign, signal and drive the exact speed limit the entire way home. Wouldn’t it be some shit to get a ticket on the way home from a date with a cop?
So what do you think, is 10 years too much of an age difference? Is it weird that he doesn’t have a Facebook account? Could I have been any more awkward? Wanna hear your thoughts!