Even though the date with Private Dick didn’t go swimmingly, I still had two others to tackle last week. Now, neither of my two remaining dates possessed immediate jump-my-bones quality, they are both in their late thirties, laid back, and seemed genuine. Probably two of the most normal guys I’ve met in a while, which made the code naming rather challenging, but I finally got it.
On Wednesday, I met up for drinks with Bombay Joe. He is tall, thin, and originally from India but moved here via San Francisco. Had a bit of an Indian/British twang when he spoke, which made most of the conversation amusing, on my part anyway.
What I found slightly odd about him is that he barely made eye contact with me, so I wasn’t too sure if he was interested. But then I thought that might be a cultural thing. When I got up to go to the bathroom I returned to find him on his phone. I sat down, heard that it was work stuff and waited for him to hang up. And waited. And waited. I began to smirk thinking, “this couldn’t possibly be happening to me two dates in a row.” At least he told the guy he had to go and didn’t give a 5-minute date ending warning like Private Dick. Maybe his is interested?
At the end of the date he walked me towards my car and we had this little conversation:
Zia: So, what’s your native language?
Bombay Joe: Hindi.
Zia: And you also speak Urdu?
Bombay Joe: Yes, how do you know Urdu?
Ah, ha. Charmed him with my worldliness. I’m so getting a second date.
The next day I was all prepared to send my “thank you” text, and when I pulled out my phone I saw that he beat me to it. Wow, knowing there’s a language called Urdu is more powerful than I thought. We’re going out again tomorrow night.
On Sunday I met Mr. Indecisive. Indecision is a trait of the Grass is Greener deadly dating pattern, which is one of the more challenging ones to deal with according to Dr. D and should probably be avoided. However, I don’t think this man thinks there is anything better on the other side, I think he is actually afraid of looking on the other side. May find a boogeyman.
We were sitting and chatting about all kinds of stuff, but I think he was impressed with my random baseball knowledge. And more impressed when I told him I was the one who taught my brother how to throw a football. But I think what he found the most impressive was my next move. This is bound to get me another date.
While we were chatting, I looked at my wine glass and saw something small floating in it. I picked up the glass and saw that it was a tiny bug.
Me: There’s a bug in my wine. Hmph. (I then picked up my fork.)
Mr. Indecisive: We do inhale about 10-15 bugs when we sleep. (Lovely factoid. I have now turned my fork upside down.)
Me: Yeah. (I swoop in and pick up the bug with the back of my fork. And wiped it on my napkin.) Well, the alcohol killed off any germs anyway. It’s fine.
Indecisive: Yeah.
Me: (Gulp)
Mr. Indecisive: 
BAM! My lack of class outdoorsiness is so getting me another date!
What do you think guys, am I in?
