Double Duty

Two guys, two dates, one day.  Here’s how it went:

Date #1:  He was not much of an emailer. We exchanged a few but I really got to know him during our phone call.  Found out we had tons in common but enough different to keep things interesting.  Since we talked about my taking golf lessons, he suggested we go to a driving range for our first date.  (Yah! No proverbial meet for coffee!)  I took him up on it. Unfortunately, the only free time I had was Sunday afternoon before a previously scheduled date with another guy.
We met at the driving range he picked.  After my GPS steered me in the wrong direction, I showed up a fashionable ten minutes late.  Big place, had to call him to find him.  He may have been the only tall black guy there but it was a good thing I called because he didn’t look too much like his pictures.  Still looked good though…really good.
Picked our places at the range and began swinging away.  He was in the stall in front of me so I had optimal butt-viewing.  I’m not much of a derriere fanatic but he, in general, was very pretty.  He used to be a decathlete and is still very well-defined.  I kept wanting to reach out and touch him, but I thought heavy petting and tracing my finger along the muscles of his chiseled back was a bit much for a first date, and a public place for that matter.  I kept my composure.
We finished the bucket of balls and he said he had another coin to get another bucket if I wanted to hit more.  The blister on my hand made the decision for me.  He then asked me to lunch.  Took that as a good sign, we could have just gone our separate ways after the driving range.
We drove to a diner, and even though it was lunchtime, we both ordered from the breakfast menu.  After our food arrived and I took my first bite my head started racing – What were you thinking ordering a SPINACH omelet!?  Bound to get stuck in your teeth. I then became very self-conscious about where in my mouth I chewed my food.  And I am sure I made odd faces attempting to check my teeth.

We continued talking but I could see he had lost some energy and then I noticed he had  5-year-old-time-for-a-nap sleepy eyes.  We finished eating and left the restaurant.  I realized in the parking lot that I stood between him and the path to his car.  If my unintentional plan worked, I would get a hug good-bye and would be allowed short access to feel up that muscular back I had been eyeing earlier.  Ah…permission granted.  Told him I’d like to see him again and he said we’d talk soon.

With his sleepiness, I’m not sure how sincere that “talk soon” was.  This is LA and people flake out a lot.  Like waiting after an audition to see if you’ve got the part.

Intermission: Arrived home.  Realized my bagpipe induced headache from my bartending event the night before was beginning to get the best of me.  Took an hour nap.  Woke up mildly refreshed and got ready.Date #2:  Met at a wine bar.  Not as physically jaw dropping as Date #1, but cute enough.  Said he had a headache and wasn’t going to have a drink but encouraged me to get one.  Free wine, no need to ask twice.
The man was full of questions. He began to ask about guys on (Yeah Dude, way to kill a conversation.)  I gave a 3-word answer and quickly asked him something else.  He jokingly said, “I’m not finished yet.”  
I said, “I know. I’m changing the subject.”  (He obviously hasn’t read up on my rules.) 

Aside from that, conversation was easy with him.  In fact, he was quite a chatterbox.  At one point, he said, “I’m talking too much.  I’m going to stop interviewing you now.”  (Little did he know, this was a welcomed change.)  He did say he felt it was the man’s job to carry the conversation.  (Again, welcomed change.)
I started asking him questions.  He’s an engineer turned fashion designer.  It was a little unnerving to sit across from a guy who pegged my clothing size spot on.  Believe me, I didn’t challenge him to guess, he just willingly gave me this info.  Guess if I ever gain a pound – he’d notice.  His dream is to design ladies swimwear and intimates.  (Hmm…little pervy, but okay.)
Overall wasn’t bad.  Not exactly butterflies, but I’m not gagging either.
In conclusion:  Sadly, my magical powers are lacking.  Therefore, I can’t mix Date #1’s looks with Date #2’s personality.  Both received follow-up “thank you” emails.  We’ll just have to sit back, wait, and see.



  1. Anita Kloo Said:

    Could try to take date #2’s head and put it on date #1’s body, surgically. It’s amazing what they can do with neurosurgery these days. As long as the head wasn’t abnormally small or big on the new body or think there was a burglar every time he looked in the mirror.

    • ziazitella Said:

      You know, I love the way your scientific mind is thinking but I wanna keep Date #1’s face too. It would have to be some kind of Stepford Wives brain chip.

  2. Mama J. Said:

    *CHEER!* Glad you had dates with pizazz. I hope the Golfing Jawdropper calls you again, so I can read more description about his physical attributes. I’m not sure about the pervy fashion designer…..did it seem like he was looking for models and not on a date?

    • ziazitella Said:

      Nah, the impression I got is that he genuinely appreiciates the female body and adores working with women. I also got the impression that he’s the office flirt (b/c he’s the only guy there) but has no game, so his coworkers find him adorable & harmless.

  3. Date Dish Said:

    Zia, love your blog! You didn’t find love at first site, but a little eye candy followed by some good conversation, isn’t so bad! Looking forward to hearing about your next adventure!

    • ziazitella Said:

      Thanks so much. Little eye candy followed by good conversation…all in a days work.

  4. Man-shopper Said:

    I absolutely LOVE that there was some bum-gazing action on one of your dates. Most date situations aren’t very conducive to derriere evaluation, and I am so happy that you have found one. I don’t play golf, but I should probably take it up since it provides such a great opportunity to ass-ogle!

    • ziazitella Said:

      I’m glad I discovered this bum-gazing sport that you’ll be able to add to your weekly activities. Why it hasn’t been discovered sooner, I have no idea.

  5. well done Zia, well done!!
    Two dates in one day is quite a handful, I’m glad to see you pulled it off with ease.
    The tall black hot ass sounds interesting….
    Excited to hear about where that goes.

  6. Simmarah Said:

    Hehe, love that you went on two dates in one day! I’m actually in the midst of double dating myself! Any updates on either guy?

    • ziazitella Said:

      Updates…mmm…let’s just say I’ll be writing a letter to Santa soon…

  7. […] instantly remembered his name (that’s a big deal for me), who he was (date number two of that double date day), and him saying he’d be attending a wedding […]

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