Guys, #9 came out of nowhere!
He sent a couple of messages, but seemed to want to talk in person. I actually prefer this operating model -- in general, it's a much more authentic way to get to know people. It just doesn't usually work in my town. We decided on Sunday night. So I show up at the bar and I realize I have no idea who he is. The host asks if I'm looking for someone and I tell him the truth: I am, but I don't know what he looks like. Internet dating, man. The host points out a guy who walked in just before me, but I'm genuinely not sure if it's him. The host (who I know a little bit - there aren't that many restaurants in town) says he hopes it's the right guy -- cause he is a total hottie. He texts. The lonesome guy in the booth is, in fact, the right guy. And he IS a total hottie. Like, he's really, really cute. Olive skin, big muscles, beautiful smile. Sexy tats. Dear readers, I was so nervous! I can't tell you the last time I got nervous on a first date. I suppose it's because this was the first time this whole year I sat down across from someone and immediately felt attracted to them. I mean, yes, I've gone out with some lovely people whose company I've enjoyed. But I sat down across from this guy and found myself both enjoying his company and wanting to jump across the table and make out with him. I don't get the feeling he wants to make out with me. It's been a couple of days and he hasn't texted or anything. (Maybe the other guys I've gone out with are just over-eager?) He gave me a hug at the end, but it was a bro hug -- one arm, pat the back. He said he wanted to hang again, but he also said he wanted to make more friends in town. We shall see. I'm gonna call him Hot Steve.
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