An Oldie, but a Goodie

Wow...it's been a long time since my last post! I don't really have an excuse, except for this week, when my adorable 3-year-old goddaughter came to visit (with her parents, of course...but she's much cuter).

As I was chasing this beautiful baby girl around New York City, I realized that the experience was very similar to being on a date- it's a very exciting prospect which sometimes becomes a wonderful, magical experience, but sometimes just tires you out and wears you down until you just want to crawl under your comforter for a week to get some peace and quiet

You may have noticed that the majority of my dates are in the later category.

Including one which took place many moons ago (about three years, to be precise). I had recently attended my very first speed dating event, where I met a guy who we'll call Bob the Builder Frog, as an homage to his job in construction and the fact that I watched way too much Nick Jr. this weekend. Bob seemed nice enough during our five minute conversation, so I agreed to meet him for drinks later that week.

Bob emailed me and asked if I liked beer. I told him that I did not. He then suggested a bar in the West Village well known for its beer variety. I reiterated that I do not like beer.

"Oh" he said, "Well, I think they have wine, too"

Turns out they did have wine- one type of red sold by the glass from a bottle that tasted like it had been left out for days. I sipped from my glass sullenly while I waited for Bob to show up. When he finally approached, I was shocked by how much shorter he was than I had remembered.

Well, I am on a barstool...

So I climbed down...and realized that he was still a solid 6 inches shorter than me. And I was wearing flats.

I guess I should have thought to stand up at some point during our speed date.

We proceeded to a table where he ordered three different beers "so I could try them".

Did I mention I don't like beer?

I could tell this was not going to be a very productive evening, but figured I might as well see if I could get some free appetizers or something out of it.

That didn't happen, of course, but I did find out that Bob can down him some beer, and that he has tattoos on his calf and his shoulder, neither of which his parents know about.

Which is interesting, because he

Say it with me now!

LIVES WITH HIS PARENTS!

I really need to start making different mistakes...

Anyway, the date ended abruptly when I went to the restroom and came back to Bob already standing and heading towards the door, having thrown some cash onto the table.

His last words before he turned and walked away?

"Nice to meet you. You can finish my beer if you want."