Back on track. The Date Report

After a several week hiatus, I'm back on track. I was distracted for several weeks, partially by a sweet vaca to Hawaii, partly because I'm a bit burned out and tired of emailing guys. But I've been back from the flooded shores of Oahu less than a week, and I've already had three dates. Here's the report.

Four Weeks Left. Date 1. Golfing Man. I'm late, but he doesn't care at all. He's very animated enthusiastic, optimistic, and surprisingly slick, considering all of the grammatical errors on his profile. But he also seems to have a sweet side. he's a grade school teacher and clearly loves what he does, and works in the field because he thinks education is important. If he asks, I'll go on another date.

Four Weeks Left. Date 2. The Dane. He's interesting, informed, and travels a lot. We have a lot in common, because he works on rivers. But he’s awkward (or maybe I am?). I have trouble making conversation. It might be the language barrier, but I don’t think so. He’s passing none of my gut checks.

Four Weeks Left. Date 3. Eight Hour Tour. This afternoon’s date lasts until tonight. We start with “coffee” which he doesn’t actually drink. He doesn’t “drink” drink either. After chatting a lot, we move on to a walk on 23rd street, gelatos, and then a movie. He’s somewhat reserved, but clearly intelligent, and although I learn fascinating things about the Masons, Elvis, Gnosticism, pyramids and Thomas Jefferson, he laughs somewhat less than I’d like. He also asks questions, and then completely changes the subject, a behavior I’ve become somewhat sensitive to recently.

But for some reason, I can’t cut the date off. For the first time, I find myself wanting to spill the beans about the whole three date a week thing (but I don’t). So after the movie, we go ballroom dancing (he competed in college, and is an EXCELLENT lead). I learn how to Rhumba, Nightclub two step (?), Tango, and Foxtrot. I have fun and he’s a patient teacher, but we don’t have much to talk about. By the end, I wish he’s stop being so serious and smile more. Bottom line - despite the date lasting EIGHT HOURS, it won’t kill me if we never talk again.