I’ll have you do know that I did try to expand my horizons last night. In response to the comments I received on Thursday’s post, I decided that I have every right to stick to my guns in regards to the whole taller-than-me-in-heels thing but that I might me missing on the love of my life as a result.
As such, I agreed to go out with a man who was not of Nordic god proportions. After wading through all of the eHarmony nonsense, he asked me to meet him for a drink on Saturday night. I accepted and asked him to “give me a shout” on Thursday or Friday to arrange the details (nothing major, just the basics like, you know, where and when).
Did he give me a shout on Thursday? No, of course not.
Did he give me a shout on Friday? No, of course not.
Around 9:00pm I finally sent him a text to ask if we were still on for the following evening.
“Yes!” he replied.
Well, that was helpful.
Upon comparing schedules (I wouldn’t be free till 8:00 thanks to my students’ first dance competition of the year and he had party to get to at 9:00) we decided to try for Sunday night instead.
“Have you seen The King’s Speech yet?” he asked. “We go could go to the movies.”
Just great, I thought. A movie date. Everyone knows that going to the movies is a terrible first date (both eHarmony and Match.com have entire articles devoted to the subject). A movie date is especially terrible if you have a huge crush on Colin Firth and have been known to scream things like “Colin I love you! I want to have your babies!” at the television screen when he’s being interviewed by Ellen DeGeneres.
But I was trying to keep an open mind so I suggested we pick another film.
He proposed Take Me Home Tonight and even though I’d never heard of it, I agreed. I even went so far as to look up the local playing times (I can’t sit around being all feminine and waiting for the guy to take the lead when I’m on a deadline!) but when I texted the non-Nordic god with the details, he replied that he’d never before been to the theatre I suggested, didn’t own a car and lived all the way on the other side of the city.
I mean seriously? He didn’t even bother to suggest an alternative and while Philly’s mass transit system may suck, it does, you know, exist.
And so concludes my first (and possibly) only attempt to broaden my horizons. (Actually, that’s not entirely true. Date #4 was not taller-than-me-in-heels and as you may recall, I spent the better part of the summer enamored of him. Speaking of which, guess who’s still on Match.com? I’ll give you a hint: his date number was between 3 and 5 and rhymes with “tour.”)
Fortunately, I have another date already lined up for tomorrow night and this one folks… well, if our discussions of Madame Bovary are of any indication, it’s going to be epic. Stay tuned.