Dreamy McDreamster

Again, I fall behind.

A couple months ago I went on a date with an individual, a man individual. He looked a bit like Patrick Dempsey, so we're gonna go ahead and call him Dreamy McDreamster, after Dr. McDreamy....Funny thing is said individual is an actual actor. I could put one of his screen names here, but that would eliminate the anonymity that I aim for with this blog.

Well, McDreamster and I met up at a local Mexican joint. Now, we all know that I prefer older men. Well, he was stretching any limits I thought that I would accept. He was 44. As I drove up I saw a gentleman that I thought "He's definitely older than me, but he's got great style and he's quite attractive. This will be interesting." We started chatting right away, conversation flowed so nicely. We talked about food, travel, books, outdoors, bikes, family, friends, everything I am passionate about, and so was he. Food was good, conversation was good, everything was good, until I got the fist bump at the end of the night? What?! I started laughing. Old dudes trying to be cool is my favorite thing. He didn't say I was the bomb, but I feel like that would have been next had I not cracked a joke about it first. I also would have thought I was way off base on how the evening went, but he said he would like to go out again. So, we set up a second date and called it a night.

Now for everyone's favorite part...the rating. I give this date a 9. Doors opened, eyes looking at the appropriate altitude, a good sense of conversation direction, and not nervous. The downfalls...He forgot his wallet and had to run out to his car when we got seated at the restaurant (did he really forget it, or did he run out to make a phone call to his wife?) and, the fist bump. Seriously? I only fist bump when I want to keep the person at bay.

     *McDreamster and I ended up going on several more dates. We always had a good time, but as life does we decided we wanted different things in life.