Needless to say, my little trip to Japan has left me scrambling, especially now since the firm has instituted a new crackdown on attorneys who underperform. Talk about pressure.
I still managed to squeeze a date in this weekend. I accepted a date from a pretty hot firefighter from Bumble. He had a shirtless photo in his profile, and it lit me on fire. 🔥
He suggested that we do something different from the usual dinner and drinks. I suggested that we go for miniature golf (hey, it's wild enough for me). He picked a course and also suggested that we go for tacos and drinks afterwards. It sounded great. I was looking forward to the date.
I started my Saturday off with a run, a shower, and billed a few clients for work that I would rather have completed between Monday and Friday and the hours of 9 to 6. At least I get to see a hottie today, I thought as I logged off my firm's system. I thought about wearing one of my treasured possessions, my class ring from law school. I decided not to put it on because I didn't want him to feel intimidated by my law degree. As dumb as it might sound, I've had men refuse to go on dates with me because they said that my level of education was "too much." My theory is that they have low self-confidence if they feel they can't date a woman with a high level of education.
As I walked up to the miniature golf course, I caught a glimpse of him sitting at one of the picnic tables outside. Damn, I thought. I could totally drop my panties to this guy. As I walked closer, he stood up. He was slightly shorter than me. He had a great smile, a great body, but I got worried that he would be weird about the height issue. I decided in that moment that I wouldn't care. Maybe if I didn't care, then he wouldn't care, and then maybe we would have a second date if he wasn't an asshole.
My miniature golf idea was probably one of the best first date ideas I've ever had. We were able to get to know each other a lot while having fun. I also made an ass of myself on the course which gave us lots of opportunities to laugh. I knocked the ball up a hill and was trying to make it go around the curve at the top of the hill, only to have it roll right back to me...twice. At another part of the course, I knocked the ball into a small stream. There was my poor little ball, floating in the stream. The Firefighter, being a gallant gentleman, got it out for me.
I learned that this gallant firefighter had gone into the Navy, served three years, went to school, and then became a firefighter. He has two part-time jobs that he works when he's not at the station on shift. He loved travel as much as I did. Overall, he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders.
After we finished the golf game, we went for tacos - and wow were they delicious. The place we went to had traditional Mexican tacos as well as novelty ones, like a "breakfast" taco - chicken that was deep-fried in pancake batter served with bacon crumbles, a little bit of cheese, and a little bit of syrup. It tasted like a taco version of chicken and waffles. They also had a steak chimichurri taco, a taco-version of a Cuban sandwich, and even a taco version of a New Orleans shrimp po'boy. The margaritas were just as varied as the tacos. I had a prickly pear margarita. He had a strawberry one. A man who can get down with a strawberry margarita is my kind of guy.
I learned about his family, what his goals are, and his lifestyle. He's not a huge partier, and he's close with his family. The more I talked to him, the more I felt like maybe this could really take off if we keep getting to know each other. I worried about the height thing. I also worried that he might not like my work schedule. Most guys I've met get turned off when they learn that sometimes I need to work on the weekend to get things done for my cases.
He texted me when he got home. "Thanks again for a fun date."
"I had a great time! :) "
So will there be a second date? I don't know yet. I hope so. If there isn't, I won't be heart-broken.
But I am getting tired of being single.
After meeting Marathon Man, I decided that I would like to find someone, even if I am okay being single. I liked those moments that I was in his arms, and I realized that I missed the feel of a man. I miss the feel of a man who loves me even more. I want that feeling again. Frankly, it would be nice to be in love again and to have it reciprocated.
And speaking of Marathon Man, he's running the Boston Marathon this weekend. We hadn't spoken for a week until he texted me before his Boston flight. I don't think anything is really going to happen with him. I really doubt that he'll come visit me. I think it's dead in the water.
In the meantime, I'll be billing my ass off, swiping on Bumble, and otherwise keeping my options open.
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