blind date, the blind date!

i met the guy this evening. we met at william's coffee pub around 5:30pm. he had told me on the phone the night before that he was nervous, that his "heart was just thumpin'". he also told me that he planned on getting there early, so i'd have to look for him. seeing as he's 6'6", i didn't take that as much of a challenge. anyway, he was there before me. he is tall, but not lanky. he's also not unattractive, but i immediately think he's too old for me. it's as though i suddenly forget that i'm 30, and he's only 36. but he may as well be 56.

he's a very nice guy. very open and friendly. but the rendez-vous lasted all of 90 minutes (i told him i had to be outta there by 7pm. can't miss my shows!), and i knew that we didn't make a love connection. chuck woolery would be heart-broken (remember chuck's great laugh? and that smile!) ah chuck, where are you when i need you?

i was proud of myself for at least being upfront with him at the end of the evening and telling him that i wasn't really up for dating right now. he said he'd call to hang out or whatever. and to be honest, i don't even know if i'm up for that. i'm such a hermit. a spinster. i shall adopt nine more cats and put garbage bags over my windows.