The Postmortem

I am having a little bit of difficulty figuring out how to start with my date report because nothing insanely exciting happened. Which is a good thing, because the last date I was on (remember, back in April of 2009?) went well and then I got shafted. I decided that I'm going to be way more laid back about things this time.

We met for dinner at Isaac's. It was a good halfway point and the food is good and there is a HUGE selections of beers. The boy is an admitted beer snob. Not surprisingly, the place was busy, but we both got lucky with parking spaces. Our table felt a little like they just threw one up in an available corner, but it wasn't too bad.

So far we have not had any issues with the conversation lagging. He's a good listener and always has a follow-up question ready. This is good and not good because if you get me started I can be hard to shut up. And the more I talk, the more chance there is to say something stupid. But, honestly, I haven't been worried about that so much this time around. I know I said something that were corny, and made a couple of jokes that fell flat, but that happens to me regardless of who I am talking to.

We wandered around town for a bit after dinner and talked some more. He made a point of telling me he was weird, but it hasn't been anything I can't handle so far. In fact, I would have to say that I quite like his brand of weird. Also, I'm thinking that he's playing up the weirdness the way I would normally play up the awkwardness - it's a built in excuse if you say/do something that comes off wrong. "Oh, that's just my weirdness."

He's very bright, which is excellent. I had to be more on my game than I usually am because he's not one to let a point slide. It's a challenge, but a good one. In fact, he's very much like me with the "but did you look at it this way?" thing. We both see things sideways. Humor-wise, he is VERY dry. Actually got me a couple of times. Oddly enough, I didn't mind.

As of posting time, there is not second date planned, but we did say we'd like to do this again. And I don't think it's like the "we could do it again" from the date I had two years ago. I think this one will actually happen. Mostly because I'm going to call him tonight to set it up. I won't lie; it would be nice if he called me, but I have a feeling that I'm going to have to be the aggressor for now. I'm surprisingly OK with this, because I like him enough to want to make the effort.

Embarrassing Confession Time

Why not? Confession is good for the soul, right?

I think I'm attracted to this kid at work because he kinda looks like Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter. Oy. Probably of an age, too. I'm gross.

Boys Are Silly

My friend sent me a picture of her son the other day. He is sitting in his carseat, looking all super cute in his poofy coat and fleecy hat, and he is holding a box of tampons. You know how little kids are; they want to put their grubby hands all over everything. I'm sure it was endlessly fascinating for him and provided a moment of peace for his mom.

Since I love my nephew and believe everyone should be forced to coo over him (See? Who needs kids of their own?), I showed the picture around at work. My spying supervisor came over and I showed the picture to him. He asked, "What's he holding?" As soon as the word tampons left my mouth, he practically hurled the phone back at me. It was a picture of a box of tampons. How goofy can you get?

Seriously though, why are (some) guys so weird about tampons? I get that tampons perform an icky (if necessary) function, but it wasn't as though I was waving a used o.b. in front of his horrified face. An unused tampon is cotton and string, end of story. It's like being grossed out by a pair of pajama pants.