Bowler Hat

Does pea-cocking really work? For me, I’m gonna have to say “not so much, no, not really at all.” It’s 2:00pm on a Saturday and I venture to meet a new guy at a local coffee spot. I walk in the door and immediately try to hold back a laugh. I’m staring at a gray pin-stripped suit and a black bowler hat (yes like Charlie Chaplin). Deep breath, I should give this guy a chance, maybe he’s trying to be funny? After a quick greeting I venture to ask why he’s dressed so fancy? He had a speaking engagement that morning with a non-profit he works with. Oh, that’s pretty cool, got me off the subject of his outfit and onto really cool topic of non-profits.

The topic of fashion arose again, when we were discussing traveling and the places we’ve gone and would like to go again. He offered up the best shopping in Paris in during their tax free weekends in July, everything is 70% off. So you can get your Chanel and Gucci for a steal. I looked at my warn out khaki pants, white t-shirt, Timex digital watch and 4 yr old tennis shoes and responded with “I’m really not that fashionable and honestly can’t imagine purposefully buying a $300 anything, even if it was only $100.” Please, like that dumb-ass bowler hat looks good, really??

Throughout the conversation, I was really unsure how to read this guy, I was probably not the type of girl he pursues and he was definitely a little too out there for my down home sensibilities. But we had some interesting conversation. I could tell on certain conversation topics that our 12yrs difference was well evident, especially on the topic of music. What band is that? New age? Huh? I honestly don’t think I can name a new age band, and didn’t even realize there was so many of them.

At one point during our date, Bowler Hat explains that he has celiac disease. This is an “autoimmune disorder affecting the body's ability to process gluten proteins found in wheat and some other grains”.- http://foodallergies.about.com/od/wheatallergies/p/wheatallergy.htm

A back-story: I have a friend that we refer to as “lactard”, you see, he’s lactose intolerant. This is horrible, I can’t imagine not eating cheese, brings tears to my eyes. Double heart fist pump to you lactard, I love you man.

While Bowler Hat was explaining how terrible this has afflicted him and his life, all I could think in my head was “wheatard, wheatard, wheatard”, haha. I thought about telling him this story and my new creative name for him, but I really didn’t think he’d appreciate the humor.

I haven’t heard from Bowler Hat all week, even though we had a pretty good date. He really wasn’t my type though so no hurt feelings.

The Stripper guy has texted me this week, wanting to get together, but I’ve been real short with him, hoping he’ll disappear.

But on a better note, Pianoman and I are going out tomorrow. (haha, “note”, I hope you liked the pun, because he’s the pianoman, haha) I really like him. And I'm hoping for a kiss, but thinking of that makes me nervous and all sweaty. I am such a dork.

Corrections Karate

Not a terrible date. Conversation was good and he seems adventurous, but I honestly have never been on a date where someone has talked soo much about strip clubs and strippers. Not to mention he use to live with a stripper, and she’d pay him back for things in ones, obviously. Pretty entertaining conversation to say the least and I definitely had a lot to laugh about, and did.

He however, would not look at me, which was strange. When he talked he always looked to the side, even though I was staring right at him. Which made me stare soo much more and harder, giving my big eyed 'look at me dummy stare'. Not sure what that was all about. Did he just want to look at the wall? Or was he nervous or scared of my beautiful face? Maybe it's a sign that he is hiding something, not sure? I don’t trust people who can’t look at me in the eyes. And my eyes are real pretty to look at, trust me, hehe.

I really wasn’t too attracted to him, but you never know. Sometimes people get better looking the more you get to know them.

After dinner he asked if I wanted to do something else, but I thought that was enough for a first date. He walked me to my car, and we’re gonna make plans for next weekend, so we’ll see. I don’t see this guy being the man of my dreams, but I would like to get to know him a little better before I pass judgment. A wise woman told me that I should not pass judgment too soon. Of course the stripper thing throws me off a bit, but I don’t know the whole story.

Other news, Piano-pup and I are going out this coming Friday. I’m really excited about that date, it should be good and he seems more my style.

How old is old?

I had a great time grabbing coffee today with the piano man. The only strange thing was all his grey hair. He’s actually younger than my ex-boyfriend, but looks like he’s in his 40s. I would be tempted to give him some Clairol for Christmas or something. Anyways, he was a lot of fun; we had some good chit chat. It seems like this would result into a real date, I mean coffee isn’t all the real of a date, it shouldn’t even count.

He kind of looks like a big shaggy dog, the kind from those older movies where the dog talks to you, or the man turns into the dog… I think the movie is actually called Shaggy Dog. I want to squeeze him and cuddle him like a dog. Sounds so weird, but this guy definitely has a good cuddly quality. Maybe I should nickname him pup, piano-pup.

I would like to go out with him on a real date. I think we’d have a lot of fun together, but I might have come across to eager or to young for him, I guess I’m a young pup. Not, sure what he thinks, it’s so strange cause he LOOKS so much older than he is, it’s hard to read him. But he talked a lot about his family, which I love.

Overall, good first date and I’m back in the game.