tacos and mortification

So Sunday I spend the afternoon making pork tacos and planning a nice Family Home Evening for my brother, his wife and my little niece. I invite my aunt and cousin to join us. Just as we are sitting down the doorbell rings. Space between the dining room table and said front door is about 8 feet so everything is within earshot to those sitting there. My brother gets up and answers the door and the "special guest" asks for Holly, that's me. I immediately know who it is and I hesitantly get up from the table and walk to greet him. There he is in all his glory, my date from two weeks ago. I'm thinking "Huh, didn't he take the hint when I didn't return phone calls or e-mails?" Nope!

Background: This guy took me on a nine hour date to Antelope Island. Granted he showed up with orchids...a nice touch but really I was done in about two hours after hearing just about ALL the details of his previous marriage and five kids. He proceeded to tell me his flaws and without exposing what those were on the internet let's just say I was quite overwhelmed with what he told me. It wouldn't have worked out...for so many reasons.

Anyway, back at the door I say "Hi. Sorry, we are just in the middle of family dinner."
He says, "I hadn't heard from you for two weeks so I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
I say, "Yep, I'm ok, we are just in the middle of family dinner" (cause I seriously had no idea what to say)
He says, "Ok, well you are standing in front of me so I guess I will take that as you are ok"

Then, he left. I walked in the house, knowing my family had heard this entire scenario and they are staring at me. Red faced and mortified I said, "Let's eat tacos"..."I don't want to talk about it".

EXPONENTIALLY AWKWARD!!!

benjamin button the second...what?

Oh. My. Gosh. I can't believe it. Ok so remember waaaaay back in this blog in the Benjamin Button guy asked me if I'd fill out an eval. I thought for sure that was a first, and last but nope! I went out to dinner with this guy last week and a few days later I get a Facebook message complete with a date evaluation. Is this a new trend in the dating world I wasn't aware of before? Should I make one and start handing them out to men, printed on pink paper with hearts? I haven't answered the questions and sent them back yet, because to be honest...I'm totally stunned! Readers, help me out here.

Date Evaluation

1. When you first saw me what was your immediate reaction or thought?
2. On a scale of 1-10 (10 high), rate my looks.
3. On a scale of 1-10 (10 high), rate my personality.
4. How did you feel about the length of the date? Too long, too short, or about right?
5. How did you feel about the conversation during the date? Did I talk enough or too much?
6. On a scale of 1-10 (10 high), rate my manners.
7. Name 1 thing you liked about the date.
8. Name 1 thing you didn’t like about the date. How could it have been improved?
9. Over all, how satisfied were you with the date?
10. Would you be willing to go out again?

something's fishy

Alright so, I am back on the market after a six month relationship and hesitantly decide to go on some dates. Most of the dates have been fine and just normal. Nothing blog worthy. Thursday night was my first exception in an while. This guy (another texter mind you, ugh!) comes up from Phoenix to visit His family and asks me to meet him at Market Street Broiler. For those that don't live in the area, it's a very yummy seafood place. So, although I wasn't sure how the date would go I agreed because at least I would be getting a good dinner right? Right. Good dinner it was. The date? Not so much. The best way to describe it was "awkward".

This guy was a pathologist. I asked him about it because to be honest I don't know much about that particular career. I shouldn't have. I REALLY shouldn't have. While eating and trying to enjoy my fish he proceeded to explain for a good 20 minutes about the dead tissue he looks at. I have a sun spot on my face and he started to diagnose it. By the time he was done I just wanted to shout, "leave your work at home buddy". I no longer want to eat my fish because the texture is reminding me of the dead tissue he so kindly described.

Finally, the waiter gave us our check. We left the restaurant and I couldn't even go in for the hug. I went for the handshake. I got the "dead fish". It was fitting. This was the "dead fish" date for sure! The date lasted a total of 55 minutes which I believe is the shortest in my dating career.

At the very least, dating is an interesting adventure. We'll see what happens with this week's dates, hopefully I will have more stories soon!