First Strike - Francesca

Well, I think I got a taste of my own medicine. After months...wait...no...years of superiority of dates and judging them quickly, I finally got someone who hit first. I'm not exactly "picky" when it comes to who I'll go on a first date with. I'd like to think I'm picky with who I actually end up with, but many disagree....but that's another story entirely.

Anyway, I was shocked to meet Jimmy. He seemed interesting enough...kind of funny, really into music and travelling...on paper, he was great. My biggest reservation was that his photo has the d-bag tag...the vertical soul patch of a goatee...but whatever...a beer is just a beer, right? Well, as great as he seemed on paper...in person...wow. Okay, so his conversational skills were slightly lacking, and he had a lot of hangups about his ex...but man, was he gorgeous. Half sleeve tattoos, totally muscular, and he'd shaved the strip of hair that implied he was a douche. This is the kind of person that when you look at them, you kind of lose the ability to think rationally, and all you want to do is see them without the skintight tshirt. The kind of guy that takes me back to my dating skills of high school...nervous, scared, insecure...but man. He was hot. This date was two weeks ago, and I still drool a little when I think of just how hot he was. This is the kind of hotness that excuses the fact that he couldn't stop talking about his band from a decade ago, all of his 21-year-old ex girlfriends and his Jeep. I mean, the guy was 36, and looked 25. I am still losing a bit of control just thinking of him....wow. Anyway.

So, yeah, we hang, have a couple beers, talk...and I realize I'm so far out of my league. He's only into the tiny, blond and petite girls that get jobs as shot girls at bars. And I didn't care. All I knew was, I was on a date with the prettiest man I'd met online. It was that moment where I realized just how shallow I can be in the short term. I didn't care about his fairly obvious personality flaws...I just wanted more of him. I didn't care that he held the polar opposite views from me...all I cared about was that he was beautiful.

The thing that really gets me...I let him have the first right of refusal. Ordinarily, when I see someone as completely wrong for me as Jimmy, I cut out pretty early. I stick around just long enough to have a funny story to tell my friends...but...no. I let him have the joy of rejection. Within minutes, I'm guessing, I was listed in his phone as "Ignore" and he de-buddy listed me. It's cool. I do it all the time. But I was so blinded by his beauty that I was willing to let pretty much anything else go by. I finally understood how the guys I have been going on dates with feel, sitting across from someone they think is super hot, refusing to accept that they have nothing in common with that person...I could be totally wrong, but judging on my experience, I'm not that far off.

But I will live long into my cougar years remembering his beauty...man...was he hot. It's okay, darling, you don't have to talk. You can just sit there and be beautiful. *Sigh*