I have only written four blog entries for The Huffington Post, but I've already have received a flurry of emails asking me if I ever go out on any good dates. It's a logical question, considering my last four dating disasters! I do have a few good dates, too. Rarely, but I do. To be fair, I feel like if I'm going to write about a single girl's dating life in Chicago, I should probably also write about my good dates. I don't want people to start thinking that I'm a bad luck dating charm! So here goes nothing...
Three weeks ago I met this man who was funny, smart and incredibly handsome, with a smile and dimples that could melt your heart. We exchanged a few emails, chatted on the phone a few times, and then set up a date to grab Mexican that Saturday night.
In the cab, I was a bundle of nerves. Now, I know that I haven't had many entries here yet, but you have to trust me when I say that I am a professional dater. I very rarely get nervous for dates, so the fact that my stomach had butterflies completely caught me off guard. I was afraid to open my mouth and say hello to him, for fear that some might escape.
He showed up early to the restaurant and was already waiting for me when I arrived. He looked as adorable as I had remembered, and the first thing that I noticed, besides his dimples (which by the way, has earned him that as a nickname between myself and my friends), was that he was dressed really nicely.
Side note: Being well dressed sounds like a no-brainer for most of you women out there, but you would be surprised how many men show up in a t-shirt and jeans for a first date. The fact that he was dressed nicely showed that he put some effort into it.
He had called ahead and reserved a table, so we were sat immediately and when we walked to the table, he put his hand on the small of my back, helped me take off my jacket and pulled out my chair for me. Someone pinch me please. Have I been dating all of the wrong guys for the last 12 years, or did I just hit the chivalry jackpot? What's next? Is he going to lasso the moon for me?
Dinner was great, the conversation was even better and by the time we were finished, I was worried that I might be a bit smitten. Then he leaned in for a kiss and my knees turned to jello. Sigh. Just one kiss is all it took. I was in trouble. I was definitely smitten.
Neither of us seemed to want the night to end, so we headed to a wine bar on Southport, had some wine, played a little game of Name That Tune from the radio station that was playing in the background, and the next thing you know, two hours had passed by and we were the only two people left in the bar. I could have stayed there all night with him, but I remembered that I used to tell my clients at the matchmaking company to always leave them wanting more. So, I took my own advice and left, and he walked me home and gave me one last kiss that took my breath away.
I'm aware that most of you reading this are probably thinking to yourself that this sounds like a normal date. I mean, we just went to dinner and talked. It's not like he flew me to Paris in his private jet and took me to dinner (although, I can't say that I would complain if he had). But, I think the reason that it was such a great date was the way that he made me feel -- special, funny, interesting and sexy. I haven't felt that way in a long time on a date, and since I have had so many terrible experiences lately, he came along at exactly the right moment. It reminded me that no matter how many bad dates that I go on with men who cheat on their girlfriends, assholes posing as good guys in bad Hawaiian shirts, and men who think it's okay to move at warp speed and make me pretend to like their cat, there really are still some good guys left out there. Thanks to Dimples, I think that I will be able to put off being completely bitter for just a little while longer now.
Readers Poll: Did I mention that he has a job that takes him away for sometimes months at a time? What do I do with that? Do I just try to keep it breezy? Do I tell him that I like him and hope that he returns the sentiment and see where it goes? Do I roofie him and take him to Vegas to elope? I don't know. You guys tell me! I'm the one who always has the bad dates, remember?