All good things come to an end some how, some way. Sometimes they start right back up again but other times they are finished - for good! While one may have a picture in their (my) head, the reality of that picture is often quite different.
Like I mentioned earlier, when I came home from my date with Mike I was so smitten it was like I was a 12 year old girl at an N'SYNC concert (or Justin Bieber for today's youth). The morning after our date I woke up with a hanger in my mouth, smiling from ear to ear. Immediately we began texting away throughout the day and that picture I was talking about was getting clearer by the second. I was really seeing potential in this guy and just couldn't help but call my friends and tell them about my date and new guy.
Like I mentioned earlier, when I came home from my date with Mike I was so smitten it was like I was a 12 year old girl at an N'SYNC concert (or Justin Bieber for today's youth). The morning after our date I woke up with a hanger in my mouth, smiling from ear to ear. Immediately we began texting away throughout the day and that picture I was talking about was getting clearer by the second. I was really seeing potential in this guy and just couldn't help but call my friends and tell them about my date and new guy.
Side note -- again getting way ahead of myself in my head...it's a sickness I swear!
Anyway- so he invited me the next day to a baseball game that he would be coaching and then afterwards we could grab dinner. Awesome! I obviously accepted and couldn't wait for this day to be over so I could see him the next day.
Finally, date number 2 had arrived. As I am getting ready I can't figure out what to wear. It's a baseball game so I don't want to look too "overdone" but there will also be a real date after so I don't want to look too "daytime." - such a complex! I decide to go with jeans, boots, and a cute plaid Abercrombie vest with a cute fur hood. Since I have dated my share of baseball boys (yes, BOYS, not men!), going to games alone is nothing new to me. I make my way through the crowd and park myself right behind home plate. Thank god for sunglasses because I can't stop staring at Mike, but I don't want to look like a total creeper so I keep my phone in my hands and pretend that I'm looking at it. What would we do without gadgets like these? As the game goes on I end up making friends with a couple of guys who were rooting for the opposing team.
New Friend: " so which one is your boyfriend?"
(Awkward!)
Me: " The first base coach" (Liar)
While a somewhat awkward question, it's not like he knew I was lying and it's not like Mike could hear me call him my boyfriend. However in the context of this - I sound like a crazy person. But I assure you I am not! It was just a lot easier than saying "actually I met the first base coach on Match.com and tonight will be our second date."..no thanks - so for a couple of hours he was my boyfriend. My new friends and I were having a good time shit talking back and forth to each other and eventually their team won so all my shit talking went down the drain, oh well. Since I knew that he might not be in the best mood after a loss I was hoping it wouldn't affect our date.
Going to baseball games when you have plans with a player/coach is great except when it is a home game and they have to clean the field and have a team meeting. So that means I get to sit around and wait for them to be done, great! Once again, my handy dandy iphone comes to the rescue. About an hour or so later he is finally ready and it's time for our date. He takes me to this really nice Italian restaurant (which he had been to before and forgot exactly how nice it really was..we were not dressed totally appropriate but ate there anyway). Mike was not inthe best of moods and wine was much needed. The dinner was great, conversation flowed nicely and 2 bottles of wine EACH later we were feeling pretty good - and he definitely forgot about the loss. The check came and it was pretty expensive so being the nice (or stupid?) girl that I am I offered to help pay...Test #1: I offer to pay in order to seen nice, and I genuinely mean it BUT I do expect the "man" to decline my offer and pay.
Test #1 - FAIL
After we SPLIT the check (around $120) he asked if I wanted to see a movie. Sure why not! Then he asked if we sould continue the "party" and grab some more alcohol before the movie started. Sure - I was buzzin' so why the fuck not, what could come of it..hahaha. We headed over to Safeway and grabbed 1/5 of Bacardi and Diet Coke, sat in the car and proceeded to get hammered. Real classy for a second date right!? We brought the rest into the theater with us and began to watch the movie - oh did I mention the movie was "He's Just Not That Into You" -hmm. As we continued drinking in the theater we both ended up passing out in our seats for a bit. When we came to, each of us professed to each other certain things we wanted to go on after the movie - if you know what I mean.
Sidenote #2 - Remember how I said he literally just moved from Boston?..well when I mean literally, I mean he doesn't have an apartment and lives in the men's locker room office. There is a mattress and desk - that's it. (Mattress - not bet!). Where did I stay that night? IN THE MEN'S LOCKER ROOM! What time did I have to leave because they had practice before their game? 6 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! How did I get back to my car? WALKING OUT OF THE MEN'S LOCKER ROOM- WHILE SEEING PLAYERS COMING IN!!
BIGGEST. WALK-OF-SHAME. EVER.
I made it to my car and drove home. When I got home I went through the back door ( oh yeah, I lived with my parent's at the time) and as soon as I opened the door my Dad was standing there feeding the dog. Hmm...daughter coming home at 6 am, wearing the same clothes as the day before, hair a disheveled mess, make-up smeared - YA- he knew what went on. Luckily he laughed and I headed upstairs to get some sleep, since I didn't get much that night. Needless to say the impression I made on him (and his on me) was not exactly ideal for creating a future. I think we both were a little taken a back and while we talked for a couple days after, we don't talk anymore.
No third date there - but we must press on!!
Lesson #3 - Simple - STAY SOBER on at least your first three dates. Go ahead and drink but it's not attractive to get sloppy and make bad (even though fun) decisions. You will thank me and yourself later!
