I had my date with Junior last night. After a failed attempt on Monday (uh, it was Monday and there was rain, need I say more?), we rescheduled for late evening cocktails at one of my favorite dive bars conveniently located 3 blocks from my apartment.
My initial impression was that Junior was very much my type. Tall, bearded and light-eyed, this seemed fairly promising. I even successfully fought off my desire to call him "kid". Unfortunately, it quickly downgraded.
First, I'm a boozer...always have been, always will be. And I'm comfortable with that, and I certainly don't mind talking about it. But let me be clear - drinking stories and preferences should not make up 75% of the conversation. I wish I was kidding...unfortunately, Junior preferred to talk about getting thrown out of bars and his friend passing out in a bath tub instead of fun things like music preference and recent trips.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the cocktail convo parlayed into a discussion about my date's weight. How, you may ask, is that even possible? Because he recently started doing Atkins and now can't drink beer. He proceeded to detail his weight fluctuations over the past 8 years or so. I understand that I am not someone you look at and say "oh, she's naturally got such a great metabolism", but that doesn't mean I want to compare weightloss notes with you WHILE ON A DATE either. I don't think I've ever been that unattracted to man. I legitimately was grimacing at the bar just contemplating that he may try for a good night kiss (which he didn't, thank god). Yick.
Another interesting topic? His collection of prior girlfriends. This guy took almost every opportunity to mention that he has dated other women in the past. It felt so forced that I am fairly certain he's never seriously dated anyone.
And as far as my hypothesis that men are a minimum of 2 years younger in maturity, I still think that holds true. I felt very much like I was on a date with a college student despite the fact that he was 25. It amazes me how women can date 10-15 years younger. I couldn't handle it...clearly, I'm not cut out for the cougar life.
I do feel bad complaining about the date. In truth, he was very sweet and we were able to have a conversation (albeit not on any topics I cared to discuss). I hope he finds someone that works for him...but it will definitely not be me. I think he might be hoping that it is though, which means I'll get to do the awkward rejection text. Here's hoping he picked up on my lack of interest.
Regarding my other "suitors"...Veteran called on Saturday and asked me out for Friday. I had to rearrange my schedule (condo shopping, yes!), but told him I would let him know if that worked for me. Upon texting him that I did in fact clear up my schedule, I have heard nothing back. So, who knows...although based on the first experience, it seems like this kid is a last minute kind of guy. I also heard back from the Professor and the Cyclist too. Professor has been traveling (how sophisticated and worldly!) and the Cyclist has been...uh...cycling? We'll see if either of these kids (c'mon, I held my tongue all night...I needed that) follow through.
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