The crowd was diverse, the drinks and conversation free-flowing. Polly and I were giddy, grinning at each other, hugging each other.
Okay, I'll be honest here. A lot of our giddiness stemmed from the great guys we had recently met. Polly and Web Walter had a spontaneous second date the previous night, and after our lovely date on Tuesday, Drama David and I had been in touch frequently, barely containing our anticipation for our own second date. Web Walter sent Polly adorable text messages; Drama David called just to hear my voice.
How did this happen? Polly and I went from being single for what seemed would be a long, long time, to both meeting wonderful guys on the same exact night! What's even better is that neither of us were wasting away in When-is-He-Going-to-Call-Land or How-Long-Should-I-Wait-to-Email-Ville. Neither Web Walter nor Drama David were giving us any doubts that they like us.
I have never seen Polly this happy. I wonder if she would say the same for me.
The blogger party thinned out fairly early on, due to other Friday night plans folks had. Polly wondered if she should check in with Walter and find out what he was up to. Seeing as things were winding down, why not?
"I want to invite him out!" She said.
"You should! And I want to invite David to Bar K tomorrow with Willow and the gang." I answered.
"You should!" She replied.
We laughed and sent texts to our respective guys.
I'll spare you the mushy details of our messages. What matters is that David not only agreed to come out to Bar K on Saturday night, he also joined us that night at Bar M. I couldn't believe that he was as enthusiastic about seeing me as I was him. Neither of us had to play it cool or pretend to be aloof. Should we have waited until Monday as originally planned to have our second date? Why bother, when instead we could have our fourth?
Something I am not very good at when I'm with Drama David is realizing there are other people in the room/on the street/on the subway platform. I wouldn't say this is entirely a bad thing. And I'm sure I'll get to a point where I can be social in a group context with him present, but right now I can't help focusing my attention solely in his direction. Blame the pheromones, blame Drama David's engaging personality, blame my shameless penchant for kissing in public.
Oh. I think this is where I should issue an apology to Bar M and Bar K and all its patrons for having to witness any pass-the-insulin public displays of affection.
There has been mention of the fact that I have only written about Drama David's positive traits. Perhaps I have painted our interactions in an idyllic light. Actually, on Friday, we discussed potential stumbling blocks. Our chat got pretty serious and some real issues came up:
I have no interest in sports whatsoever; David is quite the baseball fan. One of my favorite foods in the world is sushi; David can't stand raw fish. I was hoping to get a pet someday; David is allergic to both cats and dogs.
I know what you're thinking: "However will you overcome such seemingly insurmountable obstacles in order to be together?" I don't know, my friend, but we're going to try. The kissing makes it all a lot easier to bear.
I am well aware that for some readers it might be disappointing to find out that I met someone I like. Dating disaster stories are usually more entertaining than look-how-this-guy-and-I-hit-it-off stories. Rest assured that I have had more than my fair share of the former, even long before I started this blog. I don’t mind taking a dip into my Big Book of Unsuitable Men to prove my point. In other words, this whole thing is an unexpected rarity. So I’m going to coast on this happy wave as long as I can, marvel at my good fortune, and look forward to that fourth date tonight.