Date: January 13, 2008
Location: Draught House
Time: 7pm
Duration of date: 2 hrs 15 mins
Occupation: Grad Student
Age: 29

First of all, I wasn’t physically attracted to him. He has a Conan O’Brien face (you know, where everything is in the middle of the face). It didn’t help that I was totally distracted by the hot dude that was sitting at the table next to us. I will now admit that I am still trying to get over my hot Ryan thing. I need to lower the bar if I am ever going to date someone again.

Not bad. I had one beer, he had 2. I think I did most of the talking and he asked more questions. I was trying to avoid being the interrogator. Besides, I had no real desire to get into his pants so I didn’t have to ask as many questions (Meg’s prerequisite).

We chatted about school, bikes, stormwater and wetlands (he mentioned something about birdwatching), cats, the Drafthouse, the internet, and how music is reaching broader audiences because of the internet making music more accessible.

One interesting question was, “how did I get into online dating?”. I told him about M and Meg’s summer of fun on Nerve.com. I told him that I came into a lot of points on Nerve because they deleted my profile and I was compensated with 3000 points and I finally decided to use them before they were taken away. He used to be part of the FastCupid service through the Chronicle but now he is on the Onion personals. He asked why I chose him to go out with (let me count the ways: non-smoker,older than my little sister, that didn’t appear to be a complete d-bag
with 2 kitties was very appealing) and I said that his profile looked good and having cats is a big plus in my book.

The date ended with a handshake.

The next day he emailled to thank me for meeting up with him and he apologized for not conveying all the charm and sense of humor of which he is capable of. He hoped that I felt my time was well spent. He asked me out for lunch. I had scheduling conflicts. Lunch never happened and he was never heard from again.