Home Stretch

Three Weeks Left. Date 1: Let’s see, how to describe Date 1. He’s somewhat of an enigma. Frat boy, vegan since 1992, entrepreneur, likes to fly planes, is from a small town, and likes to hike and river raft. He lives in the suburbs, and is leaning towards moving farther away from town. His proposed business (something to do with small planes and commuting in the pacific NW) is interesting. He’s nice enough, but my gut check says no way.

Three Weeks Left. Date 2: Dinner. I'm running out of names (or maybe nothing about this guy stood out?). He really liked talking about himself.

Three Weeks Left. Date 3: Outdoor Man. The way to my heart is NOT to lecture me on things I already know. Outdoor man has just launched into a monologue on ecology 101, and I’m annoyed. Our drinks haven’t come yet, and as he moves on to a lecture on mushrooms 101 (slightly more interesting, since I don’t know much about mushrooms), I’m wishing I had ordered two.

After a brief diatribe about grazing on BLM lands, he turns to me and tells me about his weekend. He was at a tantric workshop. He said it was great. I change the subject.

Later on, Matt wants to know why I didn’t ask him what single people do at tantric sex workshops. Maybe Matt should attend my dates just to make sure I ask the right questions.