Sometimes I don’t think some things are even worth mentioning!
J. had contacted me when I was in Paris, asking about my return date. Upon my return, he asked when we could see each other again. I said that Tuesday should work. Tuesday (i.e. tonight) it was. I met him at The Elite Cafe over on Fillmore Street. When I walked in, he was sitting towards the end of the bar. He didn’t seem to recognize me when I sat down next to him. He later confessed that he thought I was “some black chick.” His drink of choice for the evening was the Sazerac; mine was the pear gimlet. He asked about my trip to Paris and was rewarded with tales of my shuttle trauma, food poisoning and how the expat dinner with Jim Haynes was not slated to be. We then talked about his job, but I won’t get into that here; it was of a rather highly personal nature. We had 3 drinks apiece, then decided on dessert. I went for the pecan pie. We could have shared, but he doesn’t like pecan pie. He opted to have beignets, which I personally hate! There really isn’t much else to say. Conversation was easy, but it seemed as though he was intimidated by me, for some reason. We walked home; his place is before mine and he was walking really quickly. I thanked him for drinks and dessert, then we went our separate ways.
His personality is more attractive to me than that of Guy #1, whose seems a little cheesy. Although he’s a little older than Guy #1, he seems younger. I still couldn’t really read him. He seems to like me, but may have been put off this time (possibly by my telling him about some guy who asked me out for later in the week) or doesn’t think he stands a chance. He didn’t make any moves whatever, but I certainly wasn’t putting those vibes out there, as usual.
Some crazy young Irish guy wants to take me out later this week. He sent me message after message last night, trying to convince me to see him then. In so many words, I told him that I didn’t appreciate the pressure. He assured me that he’s a nice guy, so now he can prove it. We’ll see what he’s got in mind for later in the week, if he contacts me at all.
Seriously, peeps, this on-line dating life is starting to truly bore me.