The Sport of Dating

Date #11

Ok, so you know how the U.N. was founded after the Holocaust under the banner “never again?” Well, that’s how I felt the day after Cinco de Mayo. That is until several ibuprofen and a fond glance back at what was my night.

So I usually don’t write about a date until I go on one actual date, but this one is too good not to share immediately. (Also, a date has been confirmed.)

Age: 23
Score: Unknown
Occupation: Unknown
Hometown: Unknown (It was Cinco de Mayo, how much do you remember from that night?)

So the night started great, just bouncing from place to place and enjoying the excitement in the city. We went down to Mamacitas, the new place for hot girls to go. There was only one real knockout there, but she came in while we were leaving. I had my eye on one girl, but then I noticed she had a weird look in her eye and her posture made her look frumpy. Anyway, we met up with my friend Fife and moved on to other places.

Fife is great. One of the more fun people to go out with because he will say anything to anyone, but has a manner about him that makes them forget that he is an asshole. Take for instance when we went in EastsideWest and he told a group of Asian kids that he was better at math then they were. The best part is that they started arguing back. But in typical Fife fashion, this was just an opening line meant to shock and within 10 minutes we were doing shots with all of them. That’s where I met #11. So #11 and I started talking and got along well. So well that she invited me to go back with all of her friends after the bar closed. I agreed and we left.

So it’s just me and 5 Asian kids going to the Sunset District. We go in (everyone takes off their shoes) and hang out for a while. The night gets late, and #11 lives down the peninsula so they drop me off at my place on their way out of town. At this point it is 4 am, but I am still wide awake. I call #11, knowing that she would be in the car. So we start a conversation about us going out this week and in the background I hear one of the guys say “But he’s white.” This makes me happy.

I asked number #11 in an incredulous voice (completely trying to act offended) “did someone just say ‘but he’s white’?” She says “yes” and apologizes, not knowing that there was no reason for apologies. This was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I started cracking up. This was definitely a first.

So, even though I couldn’t pick #11 out of a line-up, we’re going out this week because I know it will piss her friends off. Aaah dating. Gotta love it.

posted by Chuff @ 12:05 PM