Double Trouble
October 10th, 2009From the desk of “I told you so”:
On the top of the list of bad dating ideas, that would be the double blind date. What was I thinking? Let’s take one of the most awkward dating scenarios, and let’s MULTIPLY it. Yeah, that was a brilliant plan.
Actually the dates themselves were perfectly fine – lovely in fact. I have to admit, for the first time in a while, I was nervous. Coming off the heels of “Extra Large Jerk,” my confidence wasn’t quite where it needed to be, but it wasn’t anything a few beers wouldn’t fix. Blind Date Number One (mine) walked in and I must say, after all of my scoffing to my friend, she was right. Yes, I’ll say it again, she was right; he was my type – attractive, smart and funny – my top three. But he wasn’t just funny, he was really funny. He got better looking by the minute.
Then her date showed up.
My prediction was right on the money – he was sexy as hell. He was tall – that long, lanky tall some guys are that makes you just want to strip them down to their boxers right when they walk in the front door. He had that perfect salt and pepper hair that not every guy in his forties can pull off – but when they do, it’s damn hot. And he had bedroom eyes that were so blue… okay, I’m done now.
The double blind date is a tough maneuver. You’re trying to be attractive and charming to your own date, but you’re also trying to engage the other two somehow. Naturally you split into couples, but if the ease and comfort level isn’t the same with both couples it makes for awkward silences, sideways glances and lots of double trips to the bathroom.
But there’s a reason why my date was my date and her date was her date: baggage. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. I usually date guys with kids. Because I think I want kids, and I figure if they already have them, it’s a bonus. My friend’s date suited her. They both had been through divorces, they both had kids, and both spent the entire date talking about their kids.
My date has no kids. And, say hallelujah, my date has never been married. Instead of our kids, we talked about our jobs, our families, sports and traveling. Okay, so let’s add it up: He was cute, smart and funny, had sweet hazel eyes with eyelashes longer than mine and a smile that had some sin behind it.
Looks promising. I doubt he’ll call.
