Holy Moley

So I met Art Vandelay for drinks recently, and overall it was a good time. He was very funny, sweet and polite. And he has this amazingly positive outlook on everything. He's like the team captain.

But there was no spark. There was not an ounce of attraction. Which was really disappointing. It was like finding a hair in your take-out. Plus he kind of looked like a mole.

Usually when I go on a date, I come away with a few quirky things about the guy that I can share, but Art Vandelay was just....normal. Totally vanilla. And once we started to play shuffleboard (I'm addicted), and I realized I was shamelessly flirting with the guy who was standing on my end of the table, I knew Art Vandelay and I were just going to be pals.

It probably didn't help that I was texting with Mr. Nice Guy? the entire time. Who I'm hanging out with this week. We've been engrossed in a texting affair over the past 2 weeks, which I should probably be embarrassed to say out loud, but I'm completely not. He not only aided the sale of my couch, but has helped me plan a bachelorette party and offered me medical advice (he just graduated med school) as the nurses at my doctor's office told me I needed to have blood taken a third time in 10 minutes because they botched the first two rounds.

Could he really just be a nice guy? No catch? No demons? As my mother said, "Then what's wrong with him?" (Thanks Mom). Either way I'm looking forward to hanging out.

As for Art, well he said he'd call me this week, so I might just have to "lose my phone."