Date Number Three With Guy Number Two

Alright, my little chickadees, I know that I wasn’t actually supposed to go on another date with any of the first three guys from the on-line dating website.  However, as I was preparing myself to go see the matinee of “G.I. Joe” today (yup, I needed some beefcake gratification in the form of Dwayne Johnson and Channing Tatum), Guy Number Two sent me a message asking what was up for today.  Well, I didn’t make it up in time to attend Easter mass at Glide Memorial and I needed to get out of the apartment to refrain from maiming my roommate, so I let him know my plans to go to the matinee.  He didn’t have anything scheduled for today, other than the gym.  I said that he should go have brunch and drinks after the gym in honor of Easter.  He asked if I’d like to meet for brunch.  Since the movie started at 11:00 a.m. and it was already 10:45 a.m., I asked if there was somewhere we could go at 1:30 p.m. or if that would be too late.  By the time the movie was over, he’d responded and suggested Polker’s Burgers (think that’s the name on Polk Street), Roam Artisan Burgers on Fillmore Street or The Beach Chalet.  I’ve eaten at Polker’s, but wasn’t all that impressed.  I’ve never been to The Beach Chalet, but know that it’s way out by the ocean and Golden Gate Park, so didn’t think it would be that easy to get to in a pinch.  So the obvious choice was Roam Artisan Burgers.  We made plans to meet at 1:30 p.m., but I was late.  Since it was raining heavily when I got out of the movie, I had to dash home for a quick change of clothes and my umbrella.  When I got to Roam Artisan Burgers, the place was packed, but we found a spot at the bar. I chose the Pacific Blue which had blue cheese, watercress, tomato, caramelized onions and steak sauce with a turkey patty (of course!).  Can’t remember which one he had, but we both drank beer.  The burgers were good and, as I’ve said before, I feel really comfortable with him.  I explained my roommate situation.  He thinks I should go ahead and give the 30 Day Notice tonight.  I could do it tonight, at the end of April or at the end of May, but he thinks tonight is the best bet, drama or not.  Then I let him know that I bought  a ticket to Vietnam and mainly want to see Hanoi, Hoi An, Hue and Ha Long Bay.  He’s never heard of Ha Long Bay, but was impressed with the pictures I showed him.  Since he gets an entire month of vacation from his job, he asked if I thought going to Bali for two weeks was a good idea.  Of course, I think it’s a great idea!  I’ll be missing it myself when I’m in Vietnam, but I simply MUST go somewhere other than Bali this year.  We talked about movies, too.  For some reason, I’d thought that Morgan Freeman had passed away.  He bet me a cocktail that he hadn’t.  Then I looked it up on my Android and realized that I’d lost the bet!  We were planning to go to Pa’ina Lounge for cocktails, but they were closed.  We backtracked to Dosa instead.  He ended up having three Little Devils (El Jimador Blanco Tequila, cassis, lime, spiced agave, angostura bitters, absinthe rinse served up).  I couldn’t resist trying a Maui Brewing Coconut Porter (a beer with notes of chocolate and toasted coconut), then a Bengali Gimlet (Tanqueray Rangpur gin, curried nectar and lime juice served up).  I wasn’t crazy about either of my drinks.  Then again, I’m not much of a cocktail drinker when it comes to San Francisco.  I generally detest any drink that has more than 4 ingredients (those are for GIRLS!), that are too sweet, that are too tart or come with those annoying umbrellas in them!  He mentioned that he had two bottles of Veuve Clicquot in his refrigerator.  I was almost tempted to stop by his apartment, but thought better of it, particularly since I wasn’t even supposed to be on a third date with him! When the bill came, he offered to pay, since we’d only bet one cocktail and he’d had three.  I paid the bill, but let him pay the tip.  Once again, I couldn’t really read him.  He made no moves and we walked quickly back towards his apartment, where we parted ways. I’m 95% sure that he’s not a romantic connection for me, anyway, so why do I bother?  Maybe it was the stress of the roommate situation.  Any who, if he asks me out again, I truly have to decline.