The Second First Date

I'll have you all know I'm dating someone new. But I am not going to give a description of him as we both prefer to remain private. We went on two dates in one week and then he went on a three week business trip. Since we liked each other so much but our momentum was going to be lost, my date (as I will refer to him until further notice) said that our third date would be our "second first date" so we could get reacquainted with each other. Pretty sweet, huh?

If you recall, a few weeks ago I blogged about a date with Bob and his undeveloped twin/giant nose-zit. I wanted to tell my (current) date that I'd gone out with someone else but there were no sparks to speak of. Honesty is the best policy I always say - and I figured he would read this blog at some point. I didn't want to seem like I was hiding anything because I wasn't. However, the beginning of our date was not the right time to say anything so I waited.

So, there we were... reunited and it feels so good... (OK, just kidding - bad songs suck in blogs too). After hearing about my date's travels and swapping stories about this and that, my date mentioned that he was "scared of me". I thought that was a strange thing to say as 1) he's taller than me, 2) surely doesn't think I'll punch him or any such nonsense and 3) I wasn't telling ghost stories. Truth be told, the phrase, and the fact that he used it upset me a little. Being scared of someone implies intimidation and I don't want to, or mean to intimidate people. I do, however, realize I can sometimes if I'm not careful. But considering my date doesn't know me that well, I was curious as to why he said such a thing.

We met at Boqueria, a fun wine and tapas bar that has super delish food. I highly recommend it. Apparently the wine is too good because we had two bottles with dinner. Oops! So, at the end of dinner, my date either knocked his wine glass off the table or the waitress did or someone at the table next to us did - I don't know as I wasn't looking... but all of a sudden I felt red wine splash on my face, down my neck, and all over the front of my brand new white silk blouse.

OH. MY. GOD. Did that really just happen?! I wasn't mad (too buzzed for that), but I was in complete shock. I looked across the table and my date was looking at the waitress, looking for her to congratulate him on his heroic catch. But what my date didn't see was that with that lucky(?) catch the red wine had swished out of his glass, across the table and on to me.

 I can't even explain how awful I felt for him. Total and complete panic his eyes. He was so embarrassed! He started to apologize profusely but I told him it wasn't necessary. Having wine spilled on me unintentionally was funny. It was like a slap-stick comedy. Incredibly ridiculous. A complete and total fluke! And while I wish I had been a better NY'er and worn all black that evening, I try to not cherish material belongings more than people. Especially sweet, considerate, well intentioned people like him. So after a few more rounds of apologies, I agreed to my date paying for the dry cleaning bill.

Clearly at this point we were feeling good and loose and had had a good giggle. Or we'd finished the second bottle of wine. Who knows. In an effort to make him feel better and, quite frankly, distract him from the situation, I told him about that date I went on while he was away on business. I wanted to reassure him that I wasn't dating the other guy. In fact, I mentioned that I'd started a blog... All of a sudden my date said "yeah, I know. Dating for Chickens, right? That's why I'm scared of you. I don't want you to blog about me!" We both laughed, but I couldn't believe he'd read about Bob! Awkward.... But that's deal with blogging and putting your thoughts out there in cyber world. You never know when someone is going to read the damn thing. Truth be told, my date begged me to not blog about him, and I don't blame him. If you were a dude and crossed me, would YOU want me to write about you!? I think not. I promised my date I wouldn't, but later recanted and said, "the wine splash was too funny to not blog about....pretty please?!"

He's an understanding fellow, my date. Or I'm just a pushy insistent woman. Either way, we're going out again this week. And no matter what happens on our next date, I've decided to not blog about it. ;)