So last evening was Saturday evening (unless you are reading this from Australia and than it was Sunday morning...but for the sake of this post you will have to imagine it was Saturday night) and yours truly had a date. Yes, it was with another guy from the dating site I am using (if you were my sister you would insert eye roll here as she did yesterday afternoon when she came over and I told her about my than impending date).
SIDE NOTE: My sister believes the internet dating site I am using is not the best one she would like me to use another one. However, the one she wants me to use has a monthly user fee and call me cheap although I prefer frugal but I WILL NOT PAY TO INTERNET DATE. I believe finding a potential life mate of the opposite gender online for FREE is the way to go. This way when and if the date is bad I can always say "at least I did not pay anyone to find me this idiot" whereas if I used a site with a monthly user fee a bad date would make my the Scottish portion of the blood in my veins boil with rage.
We arranged to met at six o'clock and he planned to take me to a bar and lounge (in my mind things were already looking better than my last date ...Saw 3D people..than again pretty much anything so long as it did not involve serial killers ripping flesh of off kidnapped, drugged unsuspecting people would have been a good time..therefore you can imagine my elation at hearing bar and lounge). I should also mention at this point he has a very sexy accent...he was raised in Albania but spent six years in Greece before moving to Canada. On the phone his accent sounded French (and not the craptastic Quebecois accent; no like a genuine French accent from Paris). So even before we met for the date I liked him already as he plans to take me to a real date location and he has a sextacular accent. Therefore I primed and preened myself like a cat (I believe in good hygiene on a daily basis for the record). I liked him even more once I laid eyes on him and he was not hard to look at in my opinion. Instead of going to the bar and lounge we switched plans once he informed me that the bar and lounge he was taking me too was fine for drinks but his friend who used to work in the kitchen there told him some things and he does not eat their food anymore. *FREEZE....ummmmm...Caitlin needs food before booze* and she prefers food not from a kitchen of nightmares. I almost wanted to marry him when he offered to take me to a sushi place to grab a bit to eat before going for drinks...ARE YOU KIDDING ME..I love sushi and the more this guy opened his mouth the more I was liking him. The sushi was divine and our conversation was wonderful as well. After supper was done and the waitress gently encouraged us to leave as the line up of hungry eyed folk waiting for a table was growing out the door he offered to take me for a drink. I took him up on his offer and accross the street we went to a nice warm little pub which happened to be decorated for Christmas already. It was a very relaxed atmosphere full of people just happy to be with friends and family and that it was Saturday night. It was my kind of place and in this kind of place the conversation between us continued on. We talked about everything (although the other half of my blood is Irish so I have a gift for being able to have conversations on just about every topic or so I have been told..actually to0 quote one of my former high school teachers "that girl could talk the hind legs off of a donkey"...although I would like to state I do not believe in violating donkeys or any other animals by taking away their limbs). So the one drink he invited me for turned into two before we left the little pub and he drove me home. When he dropped me off he told me he would like to see me again and I agreed with no reluctance. So, here is hoping that this guy calls me again but more importantly if he does call me again that he is as nice as he seemed last night. I am determined there are nice decent men out there and I have no intentions of settling for being treated like crap (again).
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