Neil in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Whoa. It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these. I had to go waaaaaaay back into my archives to find the format. But here’s the lo-down on my date with the guy that I met at that crazy speed dating thing:

Name: Neil

Age: 36

Occupation: Chemist

We met: Friday night at a bar in a cute little neighborhood close to my place

We did: Had a couple of drinks and a snack and walked over to another more divey kinda place to shoot some pool.

Convo: Your ordinary “getting to know you” stuff. He’s smarter than he looks. But he’s also very farmboyish. He’s athletic. Loves sports. He pulled the religion and politics cards after a while, and that got awkward. Because by the way he asked, it’s very obvious he’s looking for a wife and kids. Not that I’m not looking for someone to settle down with, but he wanted to know how I expect to raise children right off the bat.

Part of personality I liked: Gentle. Obviously very kind…especially to animals and such. Comes from a large family with lots of sisters. Knows how to treat girls.

Part of personality I disliked: A little too quiet.

Part of appearance I liked: His baseball player’s bod: not too skinny, but not too ripped either. Just nice, big broad shoulders, small waist, nice legs (he wore shorts).

Part of appearance I disliked: Bless his heart, his broken nose. A lot of character, but pretty darn crooked. I shouldn’t speak…my nose is less than perfect.

Highest Point: We were very comfortable with each other and it showed. One of the guys we played pool with made the observation that we were either married or we’d been dating for a while. The other high point for me was the fact that I only drank three beers in the course of like 4 hours. No drunken embarrassment for me this time. Sad, but a true accomplishment for me. Oh, and he did ask me if I wanted to eat dinner, but we ended up just snacking on chips and salsa cuz I wasn’t that hungry and he wasn’t either (so he said).

Lowest Point: Not feeling any real sparks.

How it ended: He walked me to my car and asked if I would like to go to a baseball game with him. Then he started to shake my hand, but decided on a quick peck that landed square on my lips. Cute.

Chances I’ll see him again: I’d say about 70%. I’m not really into him, but I seriously need to start getting out more around here. And I really do like going to baseball games!