The “No Reservations” Date
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No, I didn’t go on a date with Anthony Bourdain, but my second date with the Ex-cop shall now be known as “No Reservations.”
I met Ex-cop on Tinder. Really handsome, 41, had great pictures of him doing a little bit of everything… traveling, running, holidays with the fam, etc. There is a little distance between us (think Rose Bowl to the beach), but sometimes you just need to hop on the 10, sit in some traffic, and deal. Last Saturday I was going to be on his side of town and agreed to meet him for coffee. We met at Peets a couple blocks from his house. It was a nice first date. I let him talk most of the time, but it was still a good “get to know” you sesh. He asked for my number and told me he would call soon about date #2.
He didn’t call, he texted… either way, we set up our second date for last night, 4 days after our first date. This guy had promise!
Since he was coming from the other side of town, we planned on him picking me up at 8pm at my place. I reco’d we make a reservation (hello? I live on the WESTSIDE) and he said no worries at all, he didn’t know the area very well, but we’ll find something close and easy. I told him I could give him a few recos, but he wasn’t interested. Ugh.
He arrived on time, but said it was nice outside and he wanted to walk to dinner from my place. (I don’t think he wanted me to see his Kia!) * Note, on our walk to dinner, I ask him what he did today and he tells me about filling out all of his concealed weapons permits. “Like a carpenter has tools for every job, cops have guns for every situation.” Nice.
There are a couple of restaurants that are within walking distance from my house. I settled on a place that has a bar, great food and is “happening” (I sound like my mom, but that’s the only word that really makes sense). I’ve gone on a ton of dates there and love it. We walked in and it was packed (like normal). He was acting weird and stayed close to the front door while I ventured forward to ask the hostess about the wait. It was 45-50 minutes. I suggested we grab a drink at the bar and wait. He said, “NO” strongly, and headed for the door. WHAT THE FUCK? It’s 8pm. I’m hungry and there really isn’t anywhere else to eat
I followed him outside…
Him: There is no way I’m waiting an hour to eat.
Me: This is pretty normal for this side of town. That’s why I reco’d we get a reservation somewhere.
Him: Well, there’s a Whole Foods up there. Why don’t we grab something there and then just eat at your place?
Me: What???? (dramatic pause) Um, okay. This is not something I normally do on a second date…
So, we head up to Whole Foods and get a couple of things from the to-go section. I’m still in shock. I look all cute and am now doing what I would normally do in sweats on a regular Wednesday night… grab something at Whole Foods, have a glass of wine, and watch TV. Did I mention he picked up some groceries while we were there too? Seriously.
We end up back at my place 15 minutes later. I plate us some dinner as he sits on the couch. Literally, waiting for me to serve him. He gets up to go to the restroom, I down a glass of wine. He continues to talk about anything and everything. Asks me a couple of very broad questions and 2 hours later the world’s weirdest second date is over and he leaves.
The worst part? I think he had a great time (at least he kept saying he was)! And, no. There will not be a Date #3. Ladies, has this ever happened to you???