One down and two more to go of this weekend’s date-o-thon.
Last night was my date with not-so-average Jo. All I can say is that he is a really nice, normal, hard working person. I was impressed earlier in the week with his ability to plan a date. He set date, time and place with ease and actually made a reservation. The restaurant choice was exceptional (I almost squealed with excitement when he said he’d picked one of my favourites!).
Not-so-average Jo made it to the restaurant before me and went inside to the table. He sent me a message to let me know he was there and the name of the booking. I suppressed the cries of the inner Princess who expects to be met outside by her gallant Prince. I reasoned to her – he’s probably nervous and hasn’t met us yet, if he had, he’d be waiting outside. I get to the table and can tell he was stunned to see that I look like my profile photos haha. I could see there was a moment where he wasn’t sure if he should hug me hello or not. He offered me to sit on the comfy couch side of the table.
The conversation was staggered and disjointed at the start. The poor guy was extremely nervous and was finding it hard to string a sentence together. He asked if I’d like a drink, but I declined, settling for table water as a lady doesn’t drink on the first date. I’m glad he got himself a beer as it helped him relax as the dinner progressed.
After he got over the initial nerves the conversation really started to flow. I found myself developing a lot of respect for him and his life choices. He was a quiet achiever, steadily forging his future. He was a tradesman and purchased his first property 10 years ago. He couldn’t afford to live in it so rented it out and stayed living at home with his parents. About two years ago he bought his boss out and has been building the business since. He hasn’t travelled outside of the Country to which he seemed a bit embarrassed about. I offset this by rationalising that he’d had major responsibilities and different priorities precluding this. He seemed to relax more when he could see that I comprehended his situation and was not judging him. We spoke more about the travels of his siblings in lieu.
We laughed a bit too. I liked his quirky sense of humour. Example – a party he threw was Cow Boy themed. Enough said.
Not-so-average Jo seemed to be a decent guy and a standard bloke. He was also cuter than his profile pictures and had a physique that I appreciated. I was happy at the end of the night when he said he’d like to see me again. Let’s hope it’s soon.
Karate Kid sent through a message ‘Hello, it’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet. To go over everything.’ I really don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean? Adele is in concert here this weekend. Is that just being silly or is he suggesting we meet? Best I ignore him for a bit.