So JKD. Read back a couple of entries if you want to know the backstory.
Last night we had our second date. I wrote about it in my morning pages and ended up sounding like a smug and pretentious asshole, but there’s a reason! So let me see if I can describe this without being a total bitch. Don’t know if I can do it. Bear with me.
So. It all started off with Date #1, where I was very pleasantly surprised with this guy. We hit it off really well, he was just my type from a looks and style perspective and was extra kind and polite, respectful and chivalrous with me - which I LOVE.
He also told me a lot of things that I suspected might be the case if he truly were the guy I thought he was when I internet sleuthed. His words matched my theory exactly. He told me things like he had the means to do pretty much anything that anyone would ever want to do - in the world…that he could and would drop everything at a moment’s notice to take a trip or buy whatever he wanted or make something “impossible” happen. He told me that he was so successful that he has taken care of his children financially for the rest of their lives, several times over. Yes, he bragged openly, and though it was not a complete turn-off (who doesn’t like to think they are going to be dating a seriously wealthy man? It certainly doesn’t hurt, does it?), it made me a little uncomfortable to think that this guy would brag in such a way. Normally people with THAT much dough keep it on the down-low. It would also be nice for that to be revealed in due time… But he also did confess that he was very nervous and it was clear he was trying to impress me and win me over.
So. We both went our merry ways this week, and he made such a big deal about getting back into town from his business trip because he really wanted to show me his new place and to show my dog the dog park on the roof of his building. Told me how fantastic and amazing his apartment was and he’d grill us dinner and whatnot…as long as he was back in town.
Now. His plans got a little convoluted due to weather (big rain storms), so he ended up flying back to town a day early so that he could drive (instead of fly) to the next meeting, because that would make it more flexible for him to get away and back home in order to see me.
Long sentence, sorry.
But he never did firm up plans with me. I get that he was having to be flexible due to the nature of the meetings and his business, but I was feeling like I was being left hanging a little bit. He sent a text early in the morning telling me that he was hoping I was still available, but again, not giving me ANY details.
Finally, I sent him suggestions based on what we’d talked about last week: I’d walk my dog to his place and he’d make dinner and we’d drink wine on the roof overlooking downtown and talk and enjoy the evening together. I asked him if 7:30 would work for him and he replied, “Perfect.”
I took that as a confirmation, so by 7:10, I was walking the dog towards his apartment. He texted at 7:20 asking if I had started walking yet and I said yes, that I was almost there. And he said he’d just gotten out of the shower. So I sent a subtly suggestive text…that he didn’t understand…and told him again that I was almost there.
When I got to his building, he texted that he wasn’t ready and asked me to give him 3 more minutes. I told him I’d give him 5. Ha. 15 minutes go by. I chatted with people walking down the street who’d stopped to admire my dog. 20 minutes go by.
He finally emerged, and he looked so darn cute that I brushed off the whole waiting game. We kissed our hellos and he walked me over towards the entrance and into the building.
Now, let’s talk about where this insanely wealthy man has decided to create his little bachelor pad. It’s a brand new building - I think it’s still kind of under construction, it’s so new, and it’s in a trendy part of town. All fine and good…but kind of a curious place for a man of his stature to move. It’s a nice place, don’t get me wrong. And it’s an expensive place. But again, brand new building that’s not necessarily built with the highest of craftsmanship. Still, I’m open-minded because I haven’t seen his place yet. I figured as someone who can have anything he wants, he’d moved into the penthouse, right?
Wrong.
Turns out, it was a small 2-bedroom that was in an utter shambles. He’d told me on our first date that he was crazy neat, and even though the place was about 1/4- way filled with brand new furniture, the apartment was in complete disarray. In fact, he didn’t know where anything was - not even a bowl that I could use as a water dish for the dog. He stumbled and fumbled and flung cabinets open and shut, and showed me his pantry where he had stashed some Cheez-Its and granola bars.
He then decided that he wanted to play me some music. But he had NO CLUE how to work the new speakers that were wirelessly connected to his iPhone. So he literally spent 20 minutes clicking and clacking through some app and rambling, rambling about music and then texting one of his “employees” to ask her who that singer was that she was talking about…
Never got the music to play. Never finished a story when I’d ask him to tell me about his trip or his work or his horses or his…ANYTHING.
And believe me, I get that he’s a brand new bachelor and he hasn’t been at his place for long and he’s nervous. But let’s look at the bigger picture - he’d invited me over so he could cook me dinner and feed me champagne. Guess what? No dinner. No champagne.
Luckily, I’d stashed a bottle of bubbly in the dog’s bag so that I could hand it over as a small housewarming gift. So he thanked me profusely and he popped the cork and he poured us two GOBLETS of champers, because those were the only glasses he had.
We took our glasses up to the rooftop and the dog made friends with some neighbors’ dogs in the rooftop dog park. Nice people, his neighbors. Friendly dogs. We had a nice time up there - he even showed me the big grill where we could have a cookout “someday”…
We ended up sitting around the fire pit, which was really nice, and we talked for a while. I decided in my brain that we weren’t going to eat anything.
OMG…this story is taking too long and I need to get to a meeting!! I’ll post this as Part 1 for now and finish it ASAP!
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