Life, Liberty & Pursuit Of Your Boyfriend

Two glasses of Niagara white wine before I get picked up for my date.
The Posh drink – at Luxe
Bottle of Malbec (shared) – at Luxe
Two vodka/cranberries (very little cranberry, thankyouverymuch) at Jazz 28
Couple of waters
Two Highballs at Velvet Tango Room

Yup. That sounds like the perfect combination of alcohol to render myself helpless against my hot date.

That hot date that went amazingly! We shared a duck, proscuitto and mushroom pizza. Not being “that girl” only eating a salad, I also ordered the penne and chicken special. He opened doors for me, complimented me, dropped me off at the door while he parked so I wouldn’t walk in the rain. He held my hand. He grabbed my hand and held it from across the table. He seemed to be really interested in knowing more about me. Isn’t this all the sappy bullshit that I usually dislike? He made fun of me constantly for my PDA antics. Our conversation flowed smoothly. After a long dinner at a small table — and no apple dessert available (boo!) — we stopped into Jazz 28. We chatted with our waiter — who seemed more than just a waiter. Jazz 28 is a GREAT place. Being after ten though, we missed the dinner crowd. The live music was great — and we stayed a few more songs to listen to Jazz Bob… I think that’s what they were calling him.

Afterward, we met up with another couple (his friends) at the Velvet Tango Room. Hilariously, after hearing the Jaws theme song performed behind me (awesome, P!), I needed to explain (just a few) things. I really didn’t want to embarrass him, but I felt I needed to further explain this whole blogging/writing thing. He sounds interested in the entire idea of it — but maybe I’ve done a number on overinflating his ego.

Hot Date’s new name should probably be Royskopp because he reminds me… of something. Or someone. I cannot figure it out. The more I get to know him, the more I feel as if I already know him. That kind of good stuff people, you can’t make up.

Speaking of egos, here’s a fun incident at dinner: the waitress was BLATANTLY hitting on me at the restaurant. My date caught it too. She liked my hair. She said I was very pretty. She questioned the status of our relationship (dating, what date, etc). Blatant right? Then she asked to feel my hand – and complimented its softness. BLATANT, right? My date even cracked a joke that HE was the one paying, so she should refer her attention to him.

Why is this a dilemma? This is certainly not the first time a chick has hit on me. It has been a while though. Is my interest more in her than him this morning? I don’t know if that’s necessarily true either. My date and I hit it really well. (Ha, I missed the word “off” in that sentence. Hilarious, either way you slice it). I guess it was just kinda awesome because it doesn’t happen everyday? Fuck yeah, it was awesome. AND it was the perfect segway to a conversation about that very topic. Hey, I need to know what boundaries to set early on in any relationship.

So… anyone know if the hot, short-haired brunette waitress at Luxe is into chicks?