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In my search of...well, whateverthehell it is I am searching for. Asfaras dating, in Seattle, everyone is too shy, too busy, or too cool. You: Be whoever you are. It doesn't matter much, honestly. Those who are genuine impress me.
22, #139583
-or so read my personal ad in the stranger. You can pick up a copy for yourself this week, if you would like.
In response to: The Stranger Ad
Today was my date with 31 year old- or 31 for short now. It is weird for me to think of him as the same age as my older brother. I don't know how I feel about that. I think if I didn't understand the complexities of trying to find people to date in Seattle, I would wonder why the hell a 31 year old would be responding to a 22 year old's ad. But it makes more sense to me now, then ever before.
Prior to our meeting, we had been in communication via facebook. Facebook: A social utility that connects you with the people around you. We had arranged to meet today for coffee at Vivace. It took me a good five minutes to get out of my car, and another 5 to walk 20 feet to Vivace. After the luck I have been encountering with the meeting of people, needlessly I was hesitant.
I arrived earlier than 31, which was what I hoped would happen. I hate having to scope out a room when looking for someone, as it makes me feel awkward. I forgot to pick up the stranger (or any other paper for that matter) on my way in. I mean, what do you do while waiting for someone you have never met before? You can't order already...that would be impolite. I attempted to text message people to kill some time. I only really had to wait three or so minutes, so it wasn't bad.
Unlike the other's I have been on dates with recently, 31 was polite enough to by my drank for me. We sat sort of out of the way, in the back. I ordered an Americano- which was the first time I had ever really had one. I think the Beastie Boys said it best when they lyricized "I like my sugar with coffee and cream". Unfortunately, an Americano has neither...infact, it is on the polar-opposite end of the spectrum, but I made it through it. Infact, I "shot" the last 1/4 of it in one go. I can't help but to think of the awkward faces I was making while drinking it. Never again.
At one point in the conversation..never mind, it was probably with in the first two sentences of the conversation he asked if he was "what I thought he would be like". I told him that I don't really try to get a mental image of strangers any more- and, being as I have already seen his facebook photos, he was pretty true to those photos. I guess, truthfully, the only thing that threw me off a little, was that he was a bit shorter than I expected him to be...but hey, when you graze just above 5 feet yourself, height really doesn't matter all that much.
Other information that you may want to know: 31 is a software designer for retail companies. He actually helped design/program some of the software that we used to have at my old job in retail. He travels to Korea a lot for work- or so I gathered. The weirdest thing he ever ate was octopus in Korea that was uncooked and still moving when he ate it- though some what cut up. One of his goals is to design a shirt for Threadless.
After our coffee, we went across the street to Cal Anderson. We took a little walk around the park and then sat in the grass and talked. Our "date" lasted about two and a half hours total, which is a fair amount of time for a first date, I would say. We talked about everything, from physics to metaphysics, movies to music...the usual. One of the things that this whole dating process has made me discover about myself is the amount of talking time I have. It has helped me actively try and really think about when I should talk and when I should allow others to talk. There wasn't really any dead time during our conversation- which I think of as a good sign. I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable at all (aside from the closure of our date). He told me that he would take me indoor rock climbing, and that I could do it for free- if I wanted to, as it is one of his hobbies. I think I might just take him up on that offer. I think 31 would have invited me to dinner, should I not have had dinner plans with Ex already (which, as it is now almost 8pm, are still yet to unfold).
He made a lot of eye contact. He didn't stare at inappropriate places on my body. There was a lot of little flirty moves, but nothing that made me uncomfortable. We got up to part ways. We hugged...which was slightly more than a friend hug, considering the placement of arms and proximity. I had the feeling he wanted to kiss me to end the date- as I went to leave for my car. In fact, I could tell he was thinking about it at least twice. In the midst of this awkward tension, I eased my way towards my car, and avoided that situation. Wifey asked me if I would have kissed him...I don't know...I really don't.
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