2nd Date, must be great ;)

So. We made it past the first date. Who you ask? One of my matches from eharmony. (That's right...I'm on the e. Booyah!) He was a few years younger than me (not ideal, but not a deal breaker). We met up Sunday afternoon and had an enjoyable time. A good time. Not a great time, but definitely a good time.

*sigh*

So. We met tonight for our second date. Second date. It just sounds good, doesn't it? Ummm yeah. Except that while we were on the first one I thought to myself, "I don't know what I want to go on a second date with him." (Some would say this is because I received a text from someone I really like right before I walked out the door to go on the date with him...but that's not the case. You either like someone or you don't, and I think you either know that there's possibility or there's not.)

Anywho. So. We were set to meet at 7 o'clock for our second date. We were set to meet at 7 o'clock for our second date at the place of my choosing (insert my feeling bad here). At 7:11 he called to let me know he was going to be late (I had already texted him I was running about 10 minutes behind schedule...but I did so at 6 o'clock).  I go inside, get a table, call him to find out what he'd like to drink and there ya go. And I sat. And waited. And sat. And waited. And tweeted. And sat. And waited. (Sidebar:: most creepy waitress ever! She had this smile that looked like she'd lured little children into her gingerbread house to eat earlier...and her hair was all a mess...but...she was overly nice...and not overly nice-nice, but overly nice like trying not to punch someone in the face...) And I kept laughing to myself because I thought, "Is this really happening? Wow." And he showed up...45 minutes later. It really was ok, he really is a nice guy and he really did get turned around (and later I found out - and felt like a total jack@$$ - that he has an eye issue). It was water off a duck's back...for me. For him, notsomuch. He kept apologizing. He apologized to me, he apologized to the waitress, he apologized to me in front of the waitress, and he apologized to me probably every five to ten minutes. Score! Fyi...if you screw up something but your date really is cool and has let it slide, YOU PROBABLY SHOULD TOO. Just sayin'.

Now we get to the good stuff. Ahhh the conversation. The witty repertoire. Dear Sweet Jesus. Here's what I learned tonight (on our second last date):

• That the "lecture" he was giving next week was to a group of kindergartners. Umm. Lecture? Really?
• When he lost his virginity. (Edit: I am a 31 yr old virgin and proud of it...but I didn't know whether to feel pity for him and this story or disgust or what...)
• That "late" jokes about a woman's cycle are not funny when it's not the woman making them...actually, they're just not funny.
• That his ex was kind of a wench (my interpretation, not his...I don't know why boys don't see women who screw around on them as wenches and instead see them as "the one that got away" but whatever...potAto/potato). 
• That a grown man can, in fact, have a room full of toys. Dinosaur toys. Sign me up!! 
• That one impersonation is cute, two is ok but three or more is overkill...and six makes me want to slit my wrists. I don't care that you gave the Bible characters voices for the youth service you led. 
• That men have no shame...he asked me what I thought about this match and I straight up told him I didn't really see us as anything more than friends but I had been told I should give him at least three dates...and he proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go on a third date! I finally told him sure, why not because if he wants to suffer through that one more time, then heck, I will too. 

So. I think that hit all of the high notes.

I'll be sure to let ya know when he calls again. Makes me swoon just to think about it ;)

*ps* he really is a nice guy, really...just not the guy for me...and that's ok...as I told him...what eharmony has showed me in the short time I've been on it is that there are ALWAYS more out there. ALWAYS. He really is a nice guy. I can't stress that enough. But again. Not.for.me.