For the first time in a long time, I was actually excited to go on a date. According to his profile, Teacher was attractive and intelligent. According to our conversation on the phone, he was somewhat normal. I tried on 7 different outfits before I walked out the door. This is not normal for me.
Teacher was kind enough to come to my side of town. He said the traffic was horrendous, so I arrived at the agreed location before he did. When he walked in, I was surprised by his height. Very tall. He was, indeed, very attractive with salt and pepper hair. Adorable.
Teacher and I chatted about the pros and cons of teaching at a private school, camping (bleck), cooking (eh), our favorite restaurants (he hates all of mine), and how he thinks Harry Potter is the lowest form of literature. I decided this would not be a good time to mention my Us Weekly habit.
It was obvious that Teacher and I would not be picking out China patterns together, but I had a nice time with him. He's extremely bright, and I enjoyed listening to him banter about things from his high brow perspective. There was never a lull in conversation, and I caught him checking out my legs, which is always fun.
But the most interesting part of the date was when I realized that if my sister was single and lived in LA, this man would be for her. I was on a date with my sister's west coast boyfriend, and it was weird.
Not that it matters, but I had 2 Pinot Grigios, and Teacher had 14 glasses of water. I paid for my indulgences when he went to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure he appreciated it. So there's that.
Here we are again. No perspective suitors. Wait, I take that back. A few people do want to set me up, but set-up dates take forever to execute. I fear we've hit the holiday slow down.