Ok, I went on a date

My lack of blog posts have been generating a bit of guilt, so I decided to tell you all about the date I had last week with a guy my friends and I refer to as "Jurassic Park." Actually, before I tell you about him I suppose I'll tell you about "Graphic Novel Guy."

Graphic Novel and I went out on Friday night. It was a blind date. But he was tall, successful (has several graphic novels published in multiple countries), kind of cute. Artistic. Lives alone. All of the basic qualities I look for. But...he is a geek.

Now let me explain something: I like nerds. I am usually criticized by certain friends and family for my choices in guys. Typically because they have to like dinosaurs, sci-fi, Star Wars, or anything else incredibly nerdy. These guys can still be good looking, funny, successful (and hopefully tall!). They have to relate to my inner-nerd so that I don't feel so....girl-in-headgear-who-gets-teased-at-school. I like nice guys. I can't think of one time that I've ever gone for the bad boy. To me, there is nothing more unattractive than a cocky bad boy. No thank you, move on, stay away.

I do not, however, like geeks. A geek is an entirely different breed of human, one that elicits thoughts of backne, mouth-breathing, and excessively sweaty hands. A geek loves Star Wars too, but wears his Star Wars t-shirt from middle school, you know, the one with holes in the sleeves and the washed out storm trooper on the front. A geek has no knowledge of hygiene, style, or acceptable social behavior. I could go on. But I'll get back to the original tale.

On Friday night I went out with a geek. One of the first things he said was "I'm not much of a drinker." Oh no, bad sign. Does this think that he won't think it's acceptable that my friend H and I drink wine all Sunday long and roll into work on Monday morning with killer hangovers? Probably not.

He was kind of cute. Glasses were a little on the big side. Outfit was actually ok. Conversation was so completely lacking. It's terribly awkward when you keep drinking the $10 glass of so-cheap-its-practically-undrinkable wine just to have something to do rather than try to fill the silence with words. The other thing, and this will be the second time I've actually witnessed this trait on a guy (once last year with "Basil Guy"), is that he kind of talked with a lisp. Not like an "every word" kind of lisp...but just a geeky lisp on some words. I don't know what that's about, but it doesn't exactly scream "I want to see you again!" Frankly, I don't think he was that into me either. After the one drink, we quickly went to the subway and said our goodbyes. See ya!

Jurassic Park was very different. We immediately had a great time. Obviously our conversation was fantastic...."what dinosaur would you be...what was your favorite as a kid...I once dressed up as a pterodactyl!....did you her about Jurassic Park 4?....I have a poster of charging dinosaurs in my room...I had a dinosaur cake!"......you get the picture. Oh, we talked about other things too...family, work, etc. We laughed, and ended up going out for dinner after drinks. All in all, it went very well. At the end of the night he said he wants to take me to the opera (huge thumbs up!) and I'm really hoping to see him again. We shall see.

Right now it's officially one week until I leave for California. It's been too long! I'm so excited to sit by the fire, de-stress, and eat tons of cookies!