When the night fallllllsssss the lonlinesss callllllls! SING YOUR FACE OFF WHIT…you have a rad mop <3
I have to be honest, as of late, i’ve been a DATING MACHINE. I guess when it rains it pours? It’s so flipping fun, but mamas exhausted, and mamas starting to get guys stories confused (#getittogethafreakshow!). One of the fine lads I’ve begun to date is a real life British hottie! SCORE! We went on our first date not this last Wednesday, but the Wednesday before, and I was so exhausted from my multiple dating escapades that I was a bit pessimistic going in (#bigmistakecausehesrad). I walked into the bar and he stood up (all 6’3 feet of awesome!) and I was immediately pretty smitten——THERE IS A GOD. I sat down to look at the whiskey based menu (ma fave—-5 pts for him) and he immediately asked the bartender what types of non-alcoholic drinks they could make that would be good. EXCUSE ME, COME AGAIN?????? Ahhhh come on universe, is this a joke? WTF?? COME ON. Is this a deal breaker?
Now contrary to what we all maintain, alcohol plays a part in 97% of most first date interactions among 20 somethings, 30 somethings, and i’m sure 40 and up play the single way too—-unless you’re part of that long denim skirt wearing crowd (#nooffensetheyretotallycomingbackintostyle). It helps to loosen up our inhibitions, make us feel a bit more confident and sexy, and it’s just easy and conversational to order and sip on a bevy. Now, truth be told, lines get blurred easily in this case. It’s very easy to go over the “2 drink Patty Stanger” rule and get a lil too sauced either because a.) you like the dude and you pound your drinks by accident so you can hopefully MO by hour 3 or b.) you’re not sure if you’re into him, but should know by craft beer #4. Both can be dangerous, but Option b can be most dangerous in some senses because the mask of the alchy can make you think you’re actually clicking with someone where in real life, you may not. AHHHHH binge drinking. The silly things you make us believe and do…
So back to my hot brit that’s layin’ off the sauce. Let me clarify by saying he’s not abstaining from alcohol forever, he just decided it would benefit his marathon training to stop drinking while he’s running his face off like 20 miles a day. This streak will end after the 2012 Tokyo marathon the enda Feb! Ok, so anyways, I freak out a bit and rightfully so. I like this guy, but as absolutely ludicrous as it sounds, will I be funny, interesting, and wildly cute to him sans bevies? I’m a pretty confident chick, but like I said, alcohol is a social lubricant that we’re all dependent on and used to, I want to crawl up into a ball and die…yes I do. So he basically says “virgin bartenders choice” and I decide that I have to stay true to ma self and order a proper whiskey drink. I know we’re going to get into the discussion of why he’s not drinking but if I followed suit and didn’t get a drink, I wouldn’t be acting in true form which is to get a drink—-thus foiling the whole honestly factor of the interaction. We begin talking after we order, and immediately get into discussions about travel, family, NYC, and all the wonderful things we love about being in a big city. I didn’t even notice that the drinks had actually arrived at the table. WILD. We keep talking and realize the 3 hours had passed almost in an instant. We decided it was getting a bit late and he offered to walk me back to my apt. He asked me immediately in front of my door if he could see me for dinner Sunday and I of course said HELL YEYAHHH. Maybe the real me sans bevies is more of a force to be reckoned with than tipsy me?
We decided to go to this awesome little farm to table hip spot in the Burg for a Sunday night dinner. Somehow my nerves were back—-are we going to have stuff to talk about? Will he still like me when I’m kind of tired and lazy a la a Sunday early evening? Will I still think he’s pretty rad? F, I really hope so. I roll up to meet him before heading out to dinner and my heart is beating like fidy million miles a minute. Here goes extreme sober dating round 2! Suddenly, we’re engulfed in conversation and smiles all over again…and holy sh*t, with NO drinks! Ok I had 1/2 of one, but whatevs. 4 hours passed and he was walking me back toward my house and BAM—-goodnight kiss and a request to see me Thursday. Ummmm YES please. Holy crap sober dating is AH-MAHZING.
Our sober Thursday adventure (#yeahhhhdate3) included a walk thru the West Village, coffee and people watching at Joe, and Indie movie, and a drink (por moi) at an awesome little place near my apt. I was still nervous about how round 3 was going to go, but figured at this point the sober dating me had stepped up to the plate 2 times and we had hit it off, so what the hell, NOTHING to lose right? We had the best time—-laughs, smiles, hand holding. It’s crazy because you’re really getting to know someone and it’s not masked by the alcohol factor. I have to be honest, it’s uncharted territory. It makes things real because it’s just you being you. TRIPPY. Will the lesson here be that we should sober date all the time to get to know our PSM’s (Potench Soul Mates)? I mean, probably not, there are tons of people I know that have managed to forge long lasting relationships and even marriages based on a series of drunken dates, drunken MISTAKES (#notreallycauseitworked), drunken long-standing hook-ups turned relaishes, and assorted other tipsy times. I guess only time will tell for me and my british hottie. All I do know is, that it’s a whole new way of thinking and interacting (embarassingly enough) for yours truly and honestly, I really think I like it so far :)
So here’s a little diddy that i’ve been rocking out to lately that basically screams—-I want to dance around in my fave sequin dress with no one watching and rock out cause strangely enough, I think I may have a mini-crush on a really cute dude who’s fun and nice who doesn’t partake in alcoholic beverages at this point in time! TOOT TOOT!