Good evening blog readers! I was set up again with another young man, "B" through IJL. Again, the date was not lunch it was dinner...so perhaps they should change the name of the service to IJD?? Oh well, semantics :) Here's the scoop...
I get to the restaurant and walk up to the hostess. I mention I have reservations for Jenny and "B". She replies in an overly enthusiastic, high pitched voice "'B' who you've never met???" I reply, "Yes, that's the one." She says in an even higher-pitched voice how happy she is to introduce us. Then she bounces (literally) over to the table where "B" is sitting. Calm down lady! It's not your date!!!
Unfortunately for "B", male pattern baldness has set in early. I'm cool with bald men, but you need to keep the hair cut tight - as in super short - or just shave it. He is sporting a fantastic short sleeved plaid button down, pleated front khakis, white socks with brown shoes, and...a backpack.
Now, the number one question I get when I say this last piece of clothing is "What was in the backpack?" Unfortunately, I did not think to ask...but now thinking on it, it may have been an amazing conversation. What if he had brought his trophies to show me from his bowling league? Perhaps his massive hat collection? Or maybe that's where he was keeping his adorable dog that he wanted me to meet? Ah well, missed opportunity and I'll never know...
So, I'm not super impressed by his outward appearance, but I figure he could be super hilarious and outgoing and sweet - better give him a chance. At this point I proceed with dinner as usual - questions are asked and answered. However, I can tell he doesn't get me. Some say I'm bubbley...some say I'm kooky...some say I'm just plain crazy...but whatever I am...he was not liking it.
We ended the date with a handshake and a "nice to meet you" and I was on my merry way. Thankfully, I won't have to see him again. Who wants to see a guy who doesn't get her?
One thing is for sure...I'll always wonder what was in that backpack.
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