Saturday night, I went on my first 1st date in 2 years. I broke the cardinal rule of friendship when I called my best friend on Saturday morning to ask if I could break our plans for that afternoon to go on a date, then promising to hang out afterwards and instead ditched out on the whole weekend. Because she’s my best friend, she totally understood.
Most of you know by now that I’m a major sports nut. So really, my ideal first date has always been to attend some sort of sporting event together. I’ve attempted this on a few occasions in the past – my ex-husband and I went on our first real date by attending a hockey game…with my dad. He also knew nothing about the game, so it was like hanging out with my dad and having to answer dumb questions from some guy who was also there. I also dated a guy who I took to a ball game for our first date outside of a bar, and it quickly became clear that he was more interested in keeping his beer full than watching the game. And while in my book, it technically was not a date, taking a friend’s roommate to a baseball game and having him ask if they flipped a coin to decide who goes first – well that was just a waste of a good ticket. But I digress.
Saturday, however, was a great first date. I met this guy at my dad’s conference in June. He was one of the vendors there demo’ing equipment that day. He’s actually the one who came up with the idea of the death-defying, high-flying photographer in the 70 foot bucket truck that chilled me to my very core. We seemed to really click that day and I hoped to hear from him again, but at that point, I was assuming with my luck, he was already spoken for in some sense of the word.
So a month later, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that he laid claim to a pair of tickets for the Dodgers/Diamondbacks series and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I said absolutely and then didn’t hear from him, so figured it wasn’t going to happen.
I get a note Friday night asking if I was still coming down (to Phoenix) to go to the game. After battling with the dilemma of already having plans with my best friend and not wanting to be a jerk, I decided to just tell her how I felt and hope for the best. She gave her blessing and we met up for the game.
We grabbed a couple beers, found our way to our seats and just sat & enjoyed the game. I exchanged some emails with two of my friends letting them know how it was going and laughing and sharing their responses with him. We had a great time. Afterward, we hung out in downtown Phoenix with his friends and called it a night not too long after that.
The next day, we hung out and watched baseball pretty much all day, ordered pizza in and just chilled out. It was awesome. He was awesome. I finally went on my ideal first date. And it went well.
The only real dilemma: I’m slated to head back to CO in a few weeks. Maybe I’ll hang out here a bit longer. 😉