The Restaurateur

During my online attempts to find love- wait no- companionship.... wait, no- a single male... ah, fuck it.

Anyway, this online guy starts texting me.  His profile is pretty standard: Loves family, wants to meet Miss Right to settle down with, spends every Sunday engrossed in football.  He seems nice except he texts a lot and seeing as how I have a work phone that gets more action than my personal phone I had been sort of ignoring him.  Yet, he still wants to meet me.

I leave straight from work in a nice dress, the polka dot one evil people call The Baseball dress, tights and boots.  I'm really wishing we weren't meeting at a Catina type place so I wouldn't feel over dressed but maybe looking nice will score me some points.  Who knows?  It isn't like I'm going to trek all the way home just to change so this what he'll get.

I spot him right away at a table and head over.  Quick side hug and order a beer.  He's really tall.  Plus.  A little on the husky side but good smile.  Plus.  Seems pretty confident but not cocky.  Good sign.

I'm surprisingly not uncomfortable...

This guy does most of the talking, which works for me.  He and his family own and operate a couple sandich shops on the west side and planning to open up a third.  Very business focused but loves to go out, laugh and have fun.  Very into his family and looking to start his own sometime in the future.

We had two drinks and I needed to get home to the animal horde.  He was very gentlemanly by walking me to my car, nice hug and asked to see me again.  While I wasn't lusting after him I thought he was definitely the type of person I would enjoy being around.

Texting back and forth he decided on a fancy restaurant for our next date.  I mean really fancy... like waiters in tuxes who call you by your name when they arrive at your table and recommend a proper bottle of wine fancy.  I tried to breathe.  Do I tell him I'm more of a dive bar girl?  Did dressing too nice set a bad example of who I am:  The Girl Who Thinks Sweat Pants Should Be Classified as Acceptable Going Out Clothes....?

It was a lovely meal.  He had been thoughtful enough to choose a place that specialized in seafood so I would have plenty to pick from.  We ordered beer instead of wine because he listened when I talked about how allergic I am to sulfites.  He asked questions.  In the end he walked me to the elevator at the parking garage and gave me a very nice kiss.  It did not melt my bones or make me want to jump him but I found myself thinking I wouldn't mind doing that again.

He even called me later to make sure I got home ok.  Such a sweet guy.

But....

But he seemed to be doing a lot of fast tracking.  Talking about if we were together at Thanksgiving or Christmas.  Inviting me to a family party the following week.  Asking me if I'm a cuddler or really affectionate when in a relationship.  It made me a little itchy but Anastasia and the rest of my peeps at work convinced me this is normal....  But I was just getting this intense foreboding that if I dated this guy for six months he would want to be in love and getting engaged and married in a year.  Which wouldn't be a bad thing if I was crazy about him.....

We agreed to hang out on Sunday and he would let me know what he has planned.  When he suggested brunch with his family I felt the need to be honest.  I wasn't comfortable meeting his family on the third date.  He was very understanding.

And I never heard from him again.........

(I wrote this in sweat pants and a very ginormous robe)