Date & Dish

One of my best friends has this term called a “tweener.”  Let me explain.  A tweener is the same thing as “2 faced” in Seinfeld, a woman who looks good in certain light and almost ghastly in another.  There is also what he calls a “picture tweener.”  A picture tweener is a woman who has photos where she looks great in one and then bad in another.

Tonight I had a tweener of major proportions.  I’ve had headshots before so I know a little about the preparation that goes on before you shoot.  See this woman I met tonight is a model.  The photos on her Match profile are awesome, very well done and professional.  Yes she looks hot!

When she walked into the restaurant I was a little disappointed.  She was a tweener.  It was her but the glamour and allure from her photos was gone.   QT has beautiful blue eyes.  She was a little more lumpy than I thought she’d be from her photos.

We sat down at a booth at Graveyard Tavern in East Atlanta.  I strategically placed a small water gun in the booth.  More on that later.

QT was vivacious, full of life, laughter and stories.  The conversation never lagged and there were no awkward silences.  We talked about music, drug addiction, eating habits, global warming and her modeling.

The water pistol was a joke.  I broke it out and told her I’d squirt her if she said something I didn’t like.  She couldn’t believe that my favorite Cure song was, “Friday I’m In Love.”  Well it is.  I almost pulled the trigger.

I never intended to shoot her, I thought it’d be funny.  So later I said why not and I totally shot her in the neck.  She started laughing, some out of shock but I think she liked it.  I felt bad so I told her she could squirt me and I passed the gun over to her.  She shot me right in the forehead.  It was hilarious.

After that I started shooting it around in the restaurant.  She couldn’t believe I was doing it but I could tell she liked it.  She said, “Here I am the one drinking and you’re the one being bad.”  Yes Date & Dish readers, Paul doesn’t drink.

Another funny bit.  For some weird reason a woman working in the restaurant was wearing one of those masks on her face, like people in Japan wear.  QT asked why she was wearing that.  The first thing that popped into my head was, “Well she has a bad gas problem and she wears that because of the smell.”  QT said, “That’s not the type of thing most guys say on the first date.”  That gave me the chance to say, “Well I’m not your typical guy.”

After she had 3 glasses of wine it was time to go.  I walked her to her car.  As we parted ways I told her I’d call her.  She something interesting that I still don’t understand.  She said, “Don’t feel obligated or anything to call me.”

Even though she wasn’t like I pictured she was a lot of fun.  I thought there was some chemistry there.  So I will call her and see her again.  I won’t bring the water gun next time.