Bumble (2)
This is probably one of the few instances that I swiped-right based more on what was written on his profile than from the unfortunate connection between my thumb and loins. I mean seriously, aside from the beard, it would seem that we were pretty much destined to be together forever. Right? We started talking and hit it off right away. It was obvious that he was charming, educated, quick-witted and in all honesty, he reminded me of one of my very most favorite (yet married) male friends. We talked regularly for a few days, and opted to meet for Bloody Mary’s at De Vere’s on Super bowl Sunday.
The Date:
We had no idea if De Vere’s would be a good idea, or the worst idea ever on Super Bowl Sunday, but I appreciated his willingness to do whatever if we arrived and it was filled with stupid. I got there about a bit early to scope it out and pleasantly surprised that it was mostly empty. It had been raining on and off all morning, but since there was a bit of an overhang on the patio, I asked them to turn on the heaters, grabbed a Bloody Mary and headed outside.
First Impressions:
Open. Interesting. Nice.
The conversation flowed much like it did over text. I found his stories to be affable and nothing about him struck me as dull or disingenuous. I can’t say that I had the impression that he or I were particularly taken by one another. When I’m really besotted with someone, my face gets warm and the air seems thick when I am near them; the air was just… air… and that was a bit disappointing. On the other hand, I wasn’t in a hurry for the date to end either. We sat there for over an hour before walking over to Uncle Vito’s for a slice.
As time went on, two very important things became apparent:
The man sitting next to us is definitely annoyed by our disinterest in the game, a Rams fan, leans to the right, does not wash his pants regularly, and likely does not give himself that third and final shake after urinating and…
The man sitting across from me, while kind and compassionate, definitely is bitter and jaded by life and love, and probably has some shit he needs to figure out before really being able to find his person.
The rest of this story is rather uneventful. I followed him back to him place and we walked his dog, chatted a bit more, and then I headed home. We texted briefly a few days ago, but I think we both had a sense leaving that neither expected a second date. With that said, I would totally enjoy getting to know him more in another capacity. I do think he’s a catch, I just think it’s better that I leave my pole at home.
Overall: 7/10
