Recap

I'm running late.... no parking anywhere around the restaurant so I finally park a few blocks away and give him a buzz letting him know that I'm on my way.

That's okay. I'm being fashionably late. No worries.

Takes me a few minutes to find the restaurant.. It's tucked away on the second floor of an insignificant-looking building. The restaurant, on a contrary, is very modern looking, with slabs of glass spanning from its floors all the way up to the ceiling. The modern decor is almost too minimal and all the waiters and waitresses (and a hostess) are wearing dress shirts and sweatpants. Hmm... interesting combination. But then...

Wow. Is that really my date?
...
Wow.

An extremely attractive man in his early 20's sipping a drink instantly catches my eye. You know, the kind of man you eye up and down at a club and wish that he would come up and talk to you.

Wow. This is my date.

He turns around and notices me, smiles and we spit a few awkward first date greetings at each other, then he walks over to the hostess to let her know that we are finally here, but not before he says to me, "You look very nice by the way."

Damn, you have no idea how nice YOU look. Okay, shut up shut up shut up, Jess. Don't be a moron. I think you're blushing. Stop that.

We are seated in the back of the restaurant and as we engage in some conversation I feel the happy jittery feeling down in my stomach. I can't believe it. I'm actually excited and nervous. This guy is something else. He says to me that he thought this would be much more awkward since we only had one ten minute conversation at a bar last week. We don't know anything about each other and yet here we are, grinning at each other from across the table like fools.

After an absolutely enchanting dinner (yeah, enchanting... i can't believe i'm using this word either...) we head out for drinks to a Fancy Bar where as soon as I enter, the door girl asks me if I want to be in a Miss Fancy Bar contest. I politely decline but I mentally pat myself on the back because I know I'm impressing hmm.... let's call him Mr. Popular.

Now, to digress, I thought about what I want to call this guy in this blog. Mr. Frat Boy is already taken (he was a VP of intra-fraternal council at his college, that's why I thought of that), and besides it didn't really capture his essense fully. Like, my friend Frat Boy, he's just that a Frat Boy. But this guy is simply ________ (insert one of those gag inducing adjectives to describe amazing men here) Mr. Perfect was the second name that came to my mind, but I will withhold from using this name only because I withheld from gushing about Bears a few months back and I'm so glad I did cause he turned out to be a huge douchebag. But anywho.

I may not know how to read men AT ALL, but I'll tell ya this much, ladies - this man couldn't take his eyes off me. And while I'm sitting across from him, sipping my 16 dollar cosmo and look back at him, I think to myself:

I cannot find ANYTHING wrong with this guy. Gorgeous face, amazing body, smart as hell, funny beyond belief. You know, perfec.... okay okay, I'm rushing into things.

Our date ends at 1 because I have to leave "early" because I need to wake up early the next morning. We hug each other goodnight and then the next day.... he calls me. He had an amazing time, can't believe how smart and beautiful I am. Yadda Yadda.... I'm so totally falling for his bullshit it's not even funny. But, ladies..... what if.... it ISNT bullshit?

Oh boy, I'm in trouble.

Here's to a possibility of new beginnings,

-Jess