Best Out Of Three

In a seven day period I will have had three first dates. It's an interesting phenomenon, considering I've been out of the "dating game" for a while. (Hooking up doesn't constitute as dating, in my opinion, and we all know I've done plenty of that.) My friends have been pulling guys out of the woodwork, who are "interested" in me, based on a few pictures, stats, and probably a couple of anecdotes. In some ways, I'm flattered. But in other ways, I think, why are my friends pushing all of these dates on me? Do I have a placard on my forehead saying "set me up!"? Do they think I'm taking the single thing too far? And if they do... would they be wrong? Don't answer that. You know what, though, at the end of the day, I'm not complaining! So here's where we're at so far:

Date 1:
The guy is an entrepreneurial lacrosse player who works with non-profits, and has a killer smile paired with a head of hair that Fabio would be jealous of. We connected over our love of mac 'n' cheese and Basil Hayden's at Lincoln in South Boston. I think we broke every first date rule I have ever been told. Don't drink too much, don't talk about past relationships, don't talk about sex, etc. Oh well! I don't think he minded either. Halfway through me telling a story when we were sitting at the bar, he leaned over and kissed me. Do I need to tell you how long it has been since a guy made the first move? I blame the fact that I'm pretty aggressive, but STILL, it was so refreshing. The only problem: he's my height. Yes, I'm tall. Yes, it's superficial. But with three guys on my plate, I'm allowed to nit pick, right? Regardless, he's still fun to be around, a good kisser, and has great taste in women (see what I did there?), therefore he is still on my radar.

Date 2:
The flavor of the evening? A tall, dark, and handsome guy with bowling skills only slightly better than mine. The Latin heat in him gave him some suave dance moves and charm for days. We ended up at Kings where we got our bowl on, which made for a pretty fun first date. The surprise of the evening, my high school crush ended up in the lane next to us. There's nothing better than when you see someone who you went to high school that looks a gazilion times worse than when they did 8 years ago. Even better, I look like Erin Heatherton compared to what I was all those years ago, and I was with a hot guy to boot. At some point on the date we ended up slow dancing in our lane and all of that faded away. Then, there was that moment. Yet another first kiss, another set of butterflies, and another successful first date. As Schmidt would say, so nectar.

Date 3:
It has yet to come, but to be honest, this is the one I am most excited for. One of my guy friends set it up, and he's pretty confident we are going to hit it off.

Even though the third date hasn't happened, it's pretty safe to say that I'm going to be stuck in a "Best Out of Three" situation. Yes, I am that confident that it is going to go well. If nothing else, I am the First Date Queen. I'm such a champion when it comes to first dates that Charlie Sheen stole #winning from me. This isn't a bad place to be, but it's hard when you have three great guys. Hopefully, they will help make the decision for me because I don't do so well putting all of my eggs in one basket.

On a different note, try to enjoy the snow day tomorrow, babes. Make a snow angel, throw a snow ball, or get out of dodge early and hit the slopes. I know I'm going to use it as an excuse to make my famous Amaretto hot chocolate and stay in and watch chick flicks all day. And if at some point I manage to trek my way over to Chay's house for a little afternoon delight, I wouldn't be mad about that either.

'Til next time,

A Babe In Boston