Breaking Rules

Absolutely, most definitely, worth breaking my "no weekend nights for 1st dates" rule. Wow! Double Wow!

When I'm asked to describe my "type", the person I picture in my head is the person I met last night. I will have to say, I was a little hesitant because he only had one picture on his profile. This rarely happens, but he was actually better looking than his picture. He's about 6'4, average build (perfect..not to skinny and in shape). And he looks a lot like Ben Affleck...in a scary way. He's also from Boston. Played football (defensive end) at Boston College. He's only 31 but wow, the maturity level is incredible. He moved to KC about 6 months ago to run the midwest division of what sounds like a family owned financial advising company. I was a little tipsy (we'll get to that in a minute) and we didn't spend a ton of time talking about his work, but he did mention he oversees about 350 employees/advisors. Ok then.

So back to the beginning of this date. Do you think it's bad to show up tipsy to a first 'date'? Well I did. I didn't intend on it happening, but the beers were going down really well yesterday afternoon (I was at a restaurant/bar cheering on LSU). Needless to say, I was already 5 beers in when I met him. Luckily we did something completely low key and met at Tanners. I'm pretty sure the beers made me more relaxed, but I'm also pretty sure I said some things that probably didn't sound exactly right. I can't tell you what those are, because I don't know, but I'm just guessing I said some pretty stupid things/told pointless stories/etc. We stayed for about 2 and half hours, which is pretty good for a first 'meet and greet'. The conversation flowed easily. The kiss at the end of the date also felt effortless. No awkwardness. No hesitation (again, all the beer I had had probably helped but whatever). He invited me to go to a Chief's game in a few weeks that he has to take clients too. He told me he wants to go to Dallas to see Kenny with me in April. We've talked about going skiing this winter. Yeah. It pretty much went well.

So the date ended about 9:30 because he was going to go meet some friends that were in town. I decided to run up to Coaches to see if my Dad was still there drinking and watching the Tenn game. About 20 minutes after I left him, he had already texted me. He told me he really didn't want our date to end and asked me if I wanted to meet back up for a glass of wine after he went and said hi to his friends. I said yes, but after another 3 beers at Coaches I decided I was tipsy enough to start making bad decisions. I really liked this guy and didn't want to screw it up (excuse the pun) on the first night. I was a good, good girl and went home. ;)

So after over-analyzing the entire date in my head all morning I wondered if it really did go as well as I felt it did. What if he didn't like me? What if he was just looking for one night of fun? Oh the anguish! And then, my phone ding donged. It was him. Sending me a text. Checking in to see how I was feeling this morning. So sweet! We've been texting back and forth sporadically all day. He asked me out again. I said yes. We have plans for Tuesday...which also happens to be my monthly happy hour with the girlfriends (since Tues and Thurs are my only child-free nights during the week I try to cram in as much as I can to those nights). Happy hour starts at 5:30pm so I told him it would have to be around 7 or a little after. I can't wait to see him again! The bad news is, I might show up a little tipsy again after happy hour. Oops! Or maybe I need to learn a little restraint! ;)