Date & Dish

I went out on 2 dates this weekend.

I met with the Illustrator on Friday night at local cafe for a drink and a small bite.  The Illustrator works at my old alma mater and is an artsy type.  When I got to the cafe I noticed that he had already ordered himself a drink - a gin & tonic.  I ordered my staple Chimay blue.  We chatted about this and that and the Illustrator just kept ordering more gin & tonics.  In fact, he had managed to consume 5 of them within the span of an hour.  Could it have been a case of nerves?  A gin & tonic fetish?  Who knows.  I had enjoyed our conversation, but knew that I would not see the Illustrator again.  But he actually asked me if I wanted to continue our date at ANOTHER BAR.  As if he needed to drink more. Oy.

Yesterday I met up with Mr. Big in, g-d help me, Lawrenceville.  My parents live up there and it turns out that Mr. Big is temporarily living out there as well.  So I conceded to meet him for a drink.  Mr. Big is 6 foot 8 inches tall.  He’s a really big guy.  And he’s got some padding, making quite an imposing figure.  Honestly, there was nothing wrong with Mr. Big.  He’s a really nice guy and easy to talk to.  But yet, there was absolutely no spark for me.  I was quite bummed. I had somewhat high hopes for Mr. Big. Alas, back to the drawing board.