I had my first date with a cyber boy. We met at a little coffee shop off Via De La Valle called Pannikin. It's this great little coffee shop, slash book shop. I have already texted the guy asking if we could meet later in the day then originally planned, so I didn't want to ask again, so here I am at the house scrambling to get ready for my date, starving but no time to eat.
My day started off mellow, I was suppose to go and have lunch with a boy and his son for the boys birthday, but as to be expected that didn't happen. (I'd explain, but there's really no point wasting yours or any more of my time with that story) So, my day quickly filled up with my RE clients. 'I wanna see this house and that house', ' when can you meet the plumber so he can give an estimate on the house?' etc. My days go like this daily. I can never say no, so I don't and suddenly a day that was suppose to be spent doing things for me suddenly turns into doing things for them. But never mind all that, let me get back to my point.
I am flying in my 4 Runner voom vooming past the other drivers on the road - I hope I don't get a ticket that would really suck - I have a stop I have to make along the way. I need to put a lock box on one of my listings in Rancho Santa Fe, no biggie, it's on the way. So I throw my Runner around the corners, screeching tires, the smell of rubber. I hate being late although no matter how hard I try I am always a solid 5 minutes late. Just ask my clients. Today, like everyday I am applying my mascara and eyeliner while driving, I figure it saves me time ;)
Luckily, today it does because I am early - WAY early - like 20 minutes early! Damn how did I do that? I am good :) Truthfully though, I was secretly afraid of not being the first one here. I wanted the upper hand in this game. I wanted to watch him walk in, eyes wondering the room, stopping just long enough on each single girl to see if she was me. I walk in, I don't see him. Wait! is that him? No, it couldn't be, could it? No, not him....whew. Now I am nervous, I could just leave, forget about this whole modern day dating BS. But I don't. Instead I text one of my best girls and do my best to laugh with her about my situation. It seems the more people I tell the less ridiculous it seems, or it is the other way around? hmmmm...
I scan the room again, I do not see him so I have the smart idea of calling him to see which lone boy pics up his phone. I am walking through the adorable, dusty and quaint bookstore when I hear my name. There he is: Date #1.
He is what I expected from his profile, no surprises so that is a relief in and of itself. Suddenly I relax as I stifle a huge sigh that signals my relief. So far so good. We stand in line to order our drinks. He starts right away with the 20, let's get to know eachother questions. Oh boy, how/where to begin??
We sit and talk in that little book store until my tea gets cold. Two hours later after covering every aspect of eachothers lives, talking politics, talking religion, talking travels and matters of the mind it is time for me to go. I have to meet my future sis in-law and her girlfriends for a night on the town.
Date #1 asks me if it was a good date - who does that? I tell him yes it was, afterall it was. Then the dreaded question "Would you like to do it again?" I suppose under 'normal' circumstances this would be a normal question, but this, on-line dating, is nothing but normal. I'd really like to sit on this answer, but I don't and instead say -sure - a promise I am not sure I can keep.
My day started off mellow, I was suppose to go and have lunch with a boy and his son for the boys birthday, but as to be expected that didn't happen. (I'd explain, but there's really no point wasting yours or any more of my time with that story) So, my day quickly filled up with my RE clients. 'I wanna see this house and that house', ' when can you meet the plumber so he can give an estimate on the house?' etc. My days go like this daily. I can never say no, so I don't and suddenly a day that was suppose to be spent doing things for me suddenly turns into doing things for them. But never mind all that, let me get back to my point.
I am flying in my 4 Runner voom vooming past the other drivers on the road - I hope I don't get a ticket that would really suck - I have a stop I have to make along the way. I need to put a lock box on one of my listings in Rancho Santa Fe, no biggie, it's on the way. So I throw my Runner around the corners, screeching tires, the smell of rubber. I hate being late although no matter how hard I try I am always a solid 5 minutes late. Just ask my clients. Today, like everyday I am applying my mascara and eyeliner while driving, I figure it saves me time ;)
Luckily, today it does because I am early - WAY early - like 20 minutes early! Damn how did I do that? I am good :) Truthfully though, I was secretly afraid of not being the first one here. I wanted the upper hand in this game. I wanted to watch him walk in, eyes wondering the room, stopping just long enough on each single girl to see if she was me. I walk in, I don't see him. Wait! is that him? No, it couldn't be, could it? No, not him....whew. Now I am nervous, I could just leave, forget about this whole modern day dating BS. But I don't. Instead I text one of my best girls and do my best to laugh with her about my situation. It seems the more people I tell the less ridiculous it seems, or it is the other way around? hmmmm...
I scan the room again, I do not see him so I have the smart idea of calling him to see which lone boy pics up his phone. I am walking through the adorable, dusty and quaint bookstore when I hear my name. There he is: Date #1.
He is what I expected from his profile, no surprises so that is a relief in and of itself. Suddenly I relax as I stifle a huge sigh that signals my relief. So far so good. We stand in line to order our drinks. He starts right away with the 20, let's get to know eachother questions. Oh boy, how/where to begin??
We sit and talk in that little book store until my tea gets cold. Two hours later after covering every aspect of eachothers lives, talking politics, talking religion, talking travels and matters of the mind it is time for me to go. I have to meet my future sis in-law and her girlfriends for a night on the town.
Date #1 asks me if it was a good date - who does that? I tell him yes it was, afterall it was. Then the dreaded question "Would you like to do it again?" I suppose under 'normal' circumstances this would be a normal question, but this, on-line dating, is nothing but normal. I'd really like to sit on this answer, but I don't and instead say -sure - a promise I am not sure I can keep.
I'll sit on it...
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