Date numero 2 in 20 million years.

The scene:  Starbucks aka The Big Gay Starbucks.

The atmoshphere: Starbucksy.

My mood: My invisible mood ring indicated lavender with a touch of blue.

My thoughts:

• I tried to picture myself having sex with Date #2 and couldn’t. I don’t think he was imagining himself having sex with me either because I never once saw him look at my boobs although he did compliment me on my rather fashionable socks.
• Almost the minute we started talking to each other I realized that I probably would never be exchanging wedding vows with him, but I was interested in his background.

Distractions

• He kept moving his eyebrows when he talked. I tried to look at his eyes, but focused instead on his ever-twitching brows.
• Our sneakers were almost exactly the same (black leather w/beige piping if you must know), but he was wearing white socks.

Bonus points

• He is probably the only guy I’ve ever met in the 5’9” category who did not lie about his height.
• I didn’t feel like I was in hell at any point in the conversation, which is always a plus.
• He was not a member of the dreaded Living Dead and if he wanted to kill me and eat me, he did an extremely good job of hiding it.

The conversation:

I would like to say that you could have cut the tension with a knife, but it really wasn’t all that dramatic. We were both on time and couldn’t find each other since the place was crowded and neither one of us brought parasols, blue flowers, or any other identifying props with us. (The next time I meet someone I don’t know I might suggest he wear a tutu so I can identify him more readily.)

Date number 2 seemed very nice and direct, but there wasn’t a spark or any Chemistry between us, maybe because I didn’t use the Chemistry dating site to meet him and maybe because I was asking him 10,000 questions about where he was from. He had also set the bar pretty high before with tremendously witty comments and messages, so my expectations were high.

I knew I was making him uncomfortable with my questions, but I couldn’t stop. And any time we started talking about something that we mutually enjoyed, he would change the subject to something else. Still, I was a little surprised when he snuck out secretly behind the back of the building. OK, he didn’t really sneak out, but it was pretty early when the date ended, which I took as a sign that he wasn’t interested. I didn’t mind and was proud of myself that I didn’t need to send any SOSs during the date.