After my mind-numbing organic vanilla date with Dell the week before, I was cranky and pessimistic and certainly was not looking forward to meeting any more guys. And even though I wasn’t completely 100% onboard with the whole Match.com thing and I was doing it for social experiment purposes, I still managed to get really nervous before each date. I’d arrive early to scope out the place and look for exits, quite assured that one of these dates would be some sort of serial killer.
Enter Mark*. As it turned out, Mark was a super nice guy (apparently not a serial killer) and was actually better looking in person than in his photos. We met up at a Starbucks of my choosing – I decided that though I don’t drink coffee, Starbucks is universally acceptable to everyone and very public.
We chatted for two hours non-stop, mostly about my views on religion. Mark was exploring his religious options, so I think going out with a gal like me was basically a Q&A session on the what, why, how, who, where and when of Christianity.
He was very interesting, smart and relatively good looking. I have to admit, I didn’t have any rational complaints about Mark… he was a little older than I’m used to, maybe mid-30s, but maybe it’s time I accept that I’m not 17 anymore. The best part… when the obligatory lean-in cheek-kiss happened, he totally did not suck off the side of my face.
UPDATE: As nice as Mark was, there were no sparks and obviously we had some religious differences. For those keeping score, I'm 0 for 2!
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