The Date Whisperer: Garbage Man Raises The Bar
*Originally published 30/01/2010*
It started out like a scene from a Romantic Comedy...
Two adorable singles headed out for a pseudo-blind date. They decide to meet at a Vancouver coffee shop, a seemingly safe and fool-proof plan. Pragmatically they choose a Starbucks halfway between their respective homes. The girl google-maps the meeting spot,just to double check the Starbucks location.They set off, each in their own vehicles,boy aren't they cute. They arrive at the shopping complex where they have planned to meet up. He goes to the Starbucks on the south side of the mall, She goes to the one on the north side of the mall. What are the bloody chances??? They both think they've been stood up and go home...screeech just kidding! He called to see where I was at, we got it sorted out and repositioned accordingly. And that's when all the magic began...
When I walk up, I seeGarbage Manimmediately (as he's standing right outside). This is a huge relief since one of my biggest fears is that awkward moment (if it happens) where you don't recognize the person you're meeting (or they're not there yet and you have to stand around feeling like a loser. But I digress because he was right there. We hug. I'm a hugger. He is tall. And adorable. If he was a 3 or 4 in his pictures, he's a 5 or 6 in person! Excellent Jeans, Nice hoodie, very good hair, excellent cologne.
We go inside. He proceeds to do several incredibly cute things: asking what kind of coffee I drink, paying, asking about and getting the splenda/stir stick/lid/etc. for my drink, finding us a table, getting our drinks and bringing them to the table. It's all very chivalrous (aka just nice).
Coffee goes on for two hours and is filled with chat chat chatter. Beautiful miraculous chatter, flowing and nervous, butterflies and giggles, smirks and cute smiles, witty repartee at its finest. This may be aslightexaggeration but then I bring to your attention the title to this blog:The Date Whisperer. The point isn't really that Garbage Man is the most amazing person ever or even that he's an excellent match for myself...the point was his ability to navigate this date, it was effortless, like it had a life of its own; a flying carpet showing me the world.
Neither seems to want the date to end. He's mentioned getting food more than once and though I'd sooner chew someone else's gum then eat in front of him at this juncture (yeah that's right, I'm a chick who doesn't want to eat in front of a guy right away, so sue me), not to mention I'm actually not at all hungry what with all those butterflies filling me up, but I'm not ready for the the date to end, so we go for food.
Coffee turns into dinner and still we're not ready to call it a night (I credit the magic dress I'm wearing, boobs look huge, ass looks great, tummy looks small woohoo! magic dress!). At this point I've made the estimation that he in fact is neither a serial killer nor a super dud, so we go back to his place to watch a movie.
So you could say we watched a movie but honestly I can barely even remember watching it. I believe (because again, I was under the spell of the Date Whisperer) that we just kind of sat there for quite awhile enjoying the fact that we were sitting so close. Close sitting leads to hand holding leads to making out leads to me drawing my line in the sand and then it was time to call it a night. The only other funny thing worth mentioning was the fact that he wears Rocawear cologne. Now most of my friends did not really see any significance when I mentioned this but...well...honestly...I just thought it was hilarious because Rocawear is essentially an African American brand (Jay-Z, Rocafella, etc.) It's like he's a black, white guy...okay not quite but still funny.
(My) Reasons For Not Having First Date Relations
I'm 28 not 22, it's not as easy to be easy anymore.
I still haven't had sex (or even a kiss) sinceMega Loveand first date sex is not what I had in mind.
I haven't had sex with a White Guy SOBER since the first time I had sex, like a decade ago.
White guys make me more nervous, I feel like they're judging me a lot harsher than black guys not to mention that I feel like with black guys, I'm something they've seen before, but white guys I almost feel like I'm their detour to chubby town or that they just find ME sexy and are not normally into girls this big.
Slow and steady wins the race...or so they say
*Dating Vancouver a Better Place, One Something at a Time*