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.