Since Operation Next, I’d extricated myself mentally and emotionally from my Neapolitan-man-flavored shituation and was ready to initiate Mission: Meet New Men. On top of that, I’d worked two 60 hour, six-day work weeks in a row. I was jonesin’ for a good good night. Friday night could not come soon enough.
I walked into Town Tavern with Courtney at, let’s say, 8:32. At 8:37, I turned to the friend beside me, pointed across the room at a tall, bearded, broad-shouldered babe and declared, “Him. I want him.”
My friend made some eyes with and hand signs signaling her boyfriend, who was conveniently talking to The Swimmer – as we’ll call him, like a coach calling plays. Before I knew it, The Swimmer was next to me, the newest member on our flip cup team. My friends had created an interaction poised for flirtation.
A couple of hours later, he and I were in the same place again, laughing and talking and making excuses to touch. The flip cup table was empty of players by now but new pitchers of beer suddenly appeared. As our friends rallied each other to play another game, he nodded at the beer and looked up at me.
I grinned. “The two of us? You’re on.”
He poured and turned to me. “Alright, what’s the bet?”
“Hmm,” I smiled up at him, steeling my nerves simultaneously. “If I win, we go on a date.”
“But that’s a win-win,” he laughed. “Let’s play for who pays.”
We counted off, plonked our plastic cups together, touched them to the table and victory was mine before he had a chance to start flipping.
Have I mentioned I’m competitive?
The Swimmer and I ended the night laughing our way down U Street, possibly kissing before parting ways. (What? Don’t hate. I was drunk!) He has been texting me since and dinner is in the works for next week.
So yep, I had a great night out and a great Phase 1 of Mission: Meet New Men. But it’s not over. I’m excited for dinner but equally excited to meet some more new men.
It’s just not smart dating to get caught up in one man you meet in a bar, you know? Odds are, we’ll go out a few times, enjoy our attraction and connection and each other, discover our incompatibility and part ways. I’ll be all present when I’m with him, or whomever else I meet, but the more connections you make, the closer you are to solving the puzzle, no?
Not that I’m in any rush to do that. What can I say – I’m a journey over destination kind of gal.