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."

The Stark Knight

Last night I had my first phone convo with this 30-year-old man from Ohio. I could already tell from his emails that he's really funny and dry. Speaking of dry, when I called him back, he goes, "Hang on" and I heard him fussing around with something and then when he came back on I asked if everything was ok over there and he goes, "Yeah I just got out of the shower."

So I'm in my pj's on one end, and he's over there in his birthday suit. I hope he wasn't strolling around his apartment, twirling the phone cord with his finger, stark naked. Or sitting on the couch. I don't trust people who are comfortable with their bare butt cheeks smashed against their sofa.

Anyway, we did have a good convo. He doesn't seem like a psycho, and he's spunky (easy Richard Simmons) and it seems like I'd have fun hanging out with him even if we aren't attracted to each other. Although, I've sat in this seat a few times now, so apparently my Nutjob Meter is still in the shop.

He told me he likes running, is an importer/exporter but would have to explain it further in person with charts and graphs (I didn't know that job really existed), and one item on his Bucket List is to get drunk at a Chipotle. Apparently they have very potent margaritas.

I made a date to meet Art Vandelay for drinks next Thursday.

Who wouldn't date this?