6 Flags and I are going on a second date at some point this week. Why is he called 6 Flags? I’m glad you asked. There are 2 reasons for this:
- I counted at least 6 red flags on our first date. (He hasn’t seen his parents for 4 years, he talked badly about his brother, he talked badly about his sister, the windows in his apartment don’t open because they’re sealed shut, he’s a complainer, and he won’t mow my lawn)
- I plan on using him as my own personal amusement park.
On our first date, we went out for drinks. Which turned into dinner. Which turned into 6 and a 1/2 hours sitting at the bar chatting. We had some (mild) chemistry and he stared at my cleavage quite freely-which is the right thing to do since i had it out on display. If he had neglected the old world charm (as Foxy calls it) of my cleavage, that would have been the end of the date. I drove him home, there were 2 pecks on the mouth.
We’ve exchanged some emails and a whopping total of 2 phone calls.
He’s quite charming on email. Speaking to him on the phone is more of a one way conversation. I could literally put the phone down, walk away, and pick it up 5 minutes later and he’d still be talking (ie. complaining) on something.
Still, I’m going to go. Maybe I’m being too hard on the guy and I didn’t give him a fair chance. Besides I could use the distraction. He doesn’t move me quite like other people do-in fact there are exactly no butterflies when I talk to/think about him. Not even a moth. Not even a caterpiller. But maybe things will after Friday.
Besides it’s been an awfully long time since I made out with anyone in a car…
Tags: dating, first date