After Mr. Swing Dancer (a.k.a. bird fetish- cause he said he had a bird fetish. twice.) a slightly more reserved speechie went out with the bacon puppet lawyer. And why is he the bacon puppet lawyer? Well, you might ask yourself what lawyers do with their spare time. The lawyer I found decided to devote one of the rooms in his house to a green screen for "filming his own commercials." At least, that was the original purpose. Apparently, one thing lead to another and when sock puppets are no longer cutting it, he decided to find a cute little sweater for his sock puppet.... and then raw bacon for the hair, which becomes crispy after a visit to the tanning salon. Unfortunately, the hair was too tempting for the dog and no sequels were made. He considers this his creative outlet. Which means you won't find this video on youtube, it's only on vimeo.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt, sometimes people share too much info when they are nervous. Except he brought up the puppet again on date number two. And he tried to show me the video on his iPhone while we were at a bar. Also, maybe it's because I have to get people to talk (okay, people's children, but still) all day at work, but he had this habit of asking questions that required a single word response. That's a good pop quiz, but a poor way to get a conversation going. Then he tried to debate one of my answers. Maybe because he's a lawyer, he thought he could get me to change my mind.
It didn't work.
The bacon puppet lawyer did introduce me to a couple of bars on east fremont (downtown lounge and the griffin) as well as a bar which not only has pool tables, but a couple of bowling lanes.
Match #3 didn't read my profile before he sent me a message (which I didn't realize until date number 1)... or before we met which made for an awkward first date. We arrived at almost the same time and he happened to see that I rode my scooter. He was surprised by this and thought it was pretty cool. Typical get to know you conversation, talking about work, moving to vegas, etc which lead to him asking what's involved in getting into my field. I answered: well I just finished my Master's degree. Him: Wow, a Master's? *wide eye shock, runs fingers through hair, and puts me in the "out of his league" category*
This happened as I was approximately 3 oz into my full pint of beer.
The conversation was decent, albeit slightly forced from that point on. He's been a vegetarian for a few years which gave us a bit more in common, but when I mentioned that I've been trying to be more vegan than vegetarian he asked that disbelieving question "what do you eat?!" which coming from an omnivore is repetitive, but expected. Hearing that from a vegetarian? that was just unnecessary.
Tell me all single guys aren't as socially awkward as Matches 1-3?
P.S. these boys are perfect examples why I don't give out my number until after date number 1 or more likely date number 2.
P.P.S.I did give my number to Channel 8 (a reporter, but tell me you figured that out on your own) after date number 1, which was this last weekend. More on him after date number 2...
Also, I signed up for eHarmony. Those boys are just about to the point of scheduling dates. (Thus the need to update) I'm sure more interesting stories, or at least nicknames, will follow.