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Blind Date Recap

July 16, 2010
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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!

12 Comments leave one →
  1. Aunt Patty permalink
    July 16, 2010 12:34 pm

    At your age, ten years is not a big deal. When he is 70 and you are 60, it may become a problem. He is too tired to go out, but you are not.He needs the help of a little blue pill and although you may still have somewhat of a sex life,you are not a runner in an 8 hour viagra marathon. He keeps repeating the same old stories of yesteryear when all you want is peace and quiet. And through all the whining and complaining of health issues, sore backs and creaky bones, you never think about the 10 years, you love the man. So in the long run, 10 years is like a day in a lifetime of happiness and love.

    Just a note: Uncle Stan is only 6 years older than me and the above comments do not apply to him..

    • July 16, 2010 3:06 pm

      LOL…. you are hilarious. I’ll keep your thoughts in mind. At least we are lucky enough to have the little blue pill – imagine what a 10 year difference would be like without it! haha

  2. natasha permalink
    July 16, 2010 5:10 pm

    Lol – I love reading Aunt Patty’s comments 🙂 nah, 10 years isn’t so bad – and just think of the things you could get away with if you had a police officer as a boyfriend.. Or what your lovely sister could get away with… A little name dropping may get me a long way… So PO, set up that second date 🙂

  3. Mike permalink
    July 16, 2010 8:45 pm

    I have just 2 comments AP style of course, because that’s how I roll!

    One (spelled AP Style), I think I like Aunt Patty’s comment, but I am having trouble reading it! Seems that my vision is failing already due to me being 10 years Catherine’s senior!

    Two (again AP style), Natasha, have you ever heard of bribery? Your walking on thin ice!

    Sorry, I couldn’t resist!

    • Aunt Patty permalink
      July 17, 2010 2:50 pm

      Mike can borrow one of the 30 pairs of reading glasses( levels 100 to 210) I still have since I now have 2 pair of big girl glasses!

      • July 17, 2010 6:49 pm

        You guys are cracking me up! I can’t quite figure out what is weirder: the fact that Mike is reading a recap of the date I went on with him (and commenting!), or the fact that Mike has now spoken to both my aunt and sister before our second date! 🙂 He’s already met half of the family!!! And Mike, loving the AP Style. You are a quick study!

  4. Dawn permalink
    July 17, 2010 11:43 am

    So first to comment on Richard Gere, still hot, blue pill or not! Plus he is in good with the Dali Lama!!! I love Aunt Patty’s comments as well, especially the disclosure about Uncle Stan, lol! Like I said the other night 10 years isnt bad anymore. You are no longer jail bate so an older man would be fine. Plus, we have to take into consideration a man’s maturity level…it normally takes one 10 years older to meet our own!!! 🙂

  5. July 22, 2010 6:10 pm

    i like the blog a lot…first time reading but i have a lot of free time at work today…soo…its fairly obvious i’d go round the internet reading posts about dating.

    your fearless in the way that i am no and probably never will be. id rather never attend a blind date, lest many in general. im very casual, but i think you have to have a good attitude and go along for the ride sometimes, so good on you.

    the cop sounds like the best candidate so far, and id like to know does he offer any promotions or whatever? like if i mention his name after getting pulled over would that give me a 50% discount on a speeding ticket? something to think about yes, PO? afterall, i am supporting your love conquest.

    don’t worry about the age, only worry about the flow of conversation between you two and thatll be all the “chemistry” you need to sort your concerns out.

    • July 22, 2010 7:17 pm

      Thanks so much for the comment! I appreciate your advice as well – will definitely keep it in mind. It definitely is important to focus on the chemistry, but I’ve been having a hard time getting my brain to stop thinking about the age so much! I’m going to work on it, though. You have a good point about the promotions of dating a cop – that would be awesome! Maybe get one speeding ticket, get another free? Haha!

      Thanks for reading, and I’m off to check your blog out too!


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