When I learned that Kyle was 6'5" tall, I didn't even care what he looked like. 6 FOOT 5 INCHES - HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH SIX FOOT FIVE INCHES!
Don't judge! Some people don't like redheads - some only want to date blondes - some guys don't like small butts (I once had a guy tell me I didn't have enough "junk in the trunk" for him). I like tall guys - it's just my thing.
I met Kyle at a great restaurant along the beach. This was supposed to be for drinks - although he ordered dinner (I had already eaten....it was 9:00!). He proceeded to tell me about his upbringing in NY and how he had seen it all. Yeah, yeah, whatever - you and everyone else ever raised in NYC. He was cute - not sure if he was cute enough, but he was cute enough to consider dating him again. After that we took a walk along the sidewalk that winds down the beachfront. The entire time we walked - Kyle swung his arm - practicing his tennis swing. THE. ENTIRE. TIME. We chatted a little, but he seemed bored (not sure if it was the conversation or the incessant tennis swings that tipped me off).
When it started to spit a tiny bit of rain we were nearly back to my car. I opened the door and got in while saying goodnight and thought, "what the heck - maybe I'll give it one more shot - maybe he would be fun at the concert", so I shot out a quick invitation to see Springsteen (I had incredible seats in an executive suite...free beer....wine....food....private bathroom.....who the heck would turn this down?). He looked around, shifted on his feet, acted like he was thinking for a moment and replied, "Ahhhhhh, I think I have plans. Yeah, I have plans".
Ok - enough of that. Was the date that excruciating? Sheesh!
When I got home I received a text message from him, "If I didn't have plans I'd go to the concert with you".
Yeah, whatever dude!
NEXT???
4 down...96 to go!
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