Best of Luck

Saturday I was going to have drinks and play shuffleboard with Dr. Zhicago. As I'm turning the corner to meet him, I'm talking to him on the phone and see him staring in the opposite direction, at a hot brunette in a tank top and mini skirt, and he goes, "Oh yeah, I see you coming." Wrong. I had to inform him that I was the one behind him in jeans. He laughed and apologized but I'm sure he was mildly disappointed that I wasn't dressed like a Jerry Springer guest.

So first impression was he was very cute, had beautiful light green eyes, and was totally oblivious to how pale his legs were in his khaki cargo shorts. Not that I'm attracted to men who recreationally tan, but these were blindingly white.

Anyway, we got to the bar and had a beer and got to know each other a bit. Then we decided to play a game of shuffleboard, and he orders us Long Islands. I thought those were reserved for chain-smoking soccer moms with big hair and acrylic nails, but I went with it. And then I went and kicked his butt in shuffleboard. At first we were tied, but after he told me he'd been "letting me win" I decided it was time to shut him up. And watching him squirm over losing was the best part of the day.

After losing twice, he suggested we sit down and chat a little more. It was at this point he thought it was appropriate to ask me what I thought of him. Alright. I told him the PC version, "you're really nice and smart and polite and if you order me another Long Island I'm going to start calling you Lolita." He then told me how he'd been dating around and met some 28-year-old from his church but now they were just friends. He also said he knew his accent was charming, which immediately made it un-charming.

With that, we decided it was time to go home. We get out of the cab in front of a park that's in between our homes, and he suggested we walk a bit. It was then I realized he was panicking over how to say good bye. So Mr. Smooth says, "Let's watch these kids" and stops in front of the childrens' play area. He asked if I liked kids, and I sarcastically said no, but he thought I was totally serious. So he's staring at the children and I'm looking anywhere but at the kids, because as much as I love them, it's totally creepy to watch little Billy swing for 5 minutes.

Finally I said thank you for the date and he decided to give me a performance review and tell me how nice and fun I am. Then, he stretches his arms out to hug me, and says, "I really like you.....best of luck." I don't know if he said anything else because I blacked out from the awkwardness. I said thanks and walked away completely unsure if he was blowing me off or if his brain short-circuited. Or maybe he just wanted to get back to staring at strangers' children.

Tuesday I'm getting sushi and drinks with the Canadian med student, so hopefully Tim Hortons is more normal than Dr. Z.