A continuation of: “Are you doing everything wrong when trying to find Mr. Right?”
I'm ready to leave for my blind date and can't help but review my Mystery Man ideals: boyish good looks, dazzling wit, athletic build. Some may criticize me for this idealistic (and somewhat unattainable) list, but a girl can dream.
With forced optimism I nervously approach my favorite restaurant in Yorkville wondering how I will recognize him. He sends a text to my cell to say he's sitting at the bar with an older gentleman from his hometown. I'm relieved by the prospect of a third party icebreaker.
As my luck in love typically works, my date's wingman turns out to be the more appealing of the two. Would it be so wrong to suggest a threesome for dinner? Sadly, yes. As our table on the patio was ready, so was the wingman's turn to exit the scene.
One glass of chardonnay ... I'm listening to his vices of being an avid tennis player who aced his tennis coach's girlfriend.
Two glasses of chardonnay ... I'm answering the exact same questions I did during our recent phone conversation, which makes me realize he didn't retain a word I said in that marathon chat.
Three glasses of chardonnay ... With an elevated voice, he starts to make observations on my personality. "Oh, look at the way you hold your wine glass. You're definitely a "Yorkville-type girl."" My clothes? Apparently indicative of an easy-going girl who is slightly stuck-up. Lovely.
Our conversation branches out to discuss sports and his love of tennis. Halleluiah. We have something in common! He regaled me with loud and animated stories of his glory days when he was on the verge of becoming the next Agassi. I suggested we play sometime, but to no avail. He doesn't play tennis until the 9th date. Do women actually make it that far with him?
Three hours later, I'm exhausted. Listening with little interaction can do that to a person. I happily declined another drink, visions of a cab ride home dancing in my head. As I reached home my cell rang. It was my date. He was calling to tell me that I was "vivacious" and wanted to book our next date. I didn't return the call and haven't since. My single-in-the-city status lingers still. Tennis, anyone?
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