You know, it’s definitely been a long time, but I still know how to make the dance happen.
It’s all effortless really, wherein I take the steps to let you know that I am interested, and you take the steps to ask me somewhere…it’s this graceful dance that I lead, careful to make it look like you’re leading. Yep, The Blonde…she’s still got it.
I have a happy hour drink arrangement. I refuse to call it a date because I really think it’s more of a let’s-meet-and-make-sure-you-don’t-have-a-forehead-horn situation, but still, it’s exciting. It’s from OkCupid, though, not Match.com. At the time I arranged this interview, err…meeting…my Match.com account hadn’t been activated. This will be my first OKCupid date, though. I’m not sure what to expect with this one.
Let’s call him Bachelor #1. He, according to the community search available on my employer website, is a visiting scholar working in the engineering research department. He’s about a year older than I am, but seems super interesting. And by super interesting I mean I know almost nothing about him. Don’t worry, he gave me his full name in the event that I wanted to research him on the company website. I am not that insane. Yet.
His profile mentioned being a happy hour enthusiast, so I asked him about his favorite happy hour spots. His message back indicated a local favorite that I have visited many times, but have never utilized a certain outdoor area, which is almost unheard of for a resident of this city..and a proud resident at that. So I asked if he thought it was odd that I hadn’t been (HELLO: ASK ME! is probably how it read. Totally intentional). So he asked me. Bing, bang, boom. It’s a two-step, and I still remember all the moves.
Am I nervous? Not especially. I like the riverside location we’re visiting. Truthfully I have been there many times, but haven’t been in the seating section Bachelor #1 is referring to. Technicalities? My specialty.The weather should still be unseasonably warm for a February in the south and as Bachelor #1 said in his email this morning “The sunset should be spectacular”. Oh-la-la. And it’s just a happy hour. Two drink maximum will definitely be self-imposed.
I know the other question that is burning in your brain is probably “What will she wear?” I know this because before I could finish the sentence “I have a date!” to my boss/best friend, she immediately countered with “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” We’ve determined that it’s an after work affair, and therefore denim is a no-go (J-Far, are you proud?). I’ll be sporting black dress pants, a black blazer, heels, and a colorful silk scarf. And a great big smile, of course.
So, readers, the bread-and-butter is about to start being served. Are you ready?