But that doesn’t mean you should date someone just because he’s really really really good at dates. And I mean REALLY good.
Impromptu coffee date because I was going to be in the area… he had all of maybe an hour to plan. We went to a Lebanese restaurant for a late dinner, got hot chocolates to go from Starbucks and walked to a look out with a view from Virginia across the Potomac to the DC skyline. Swoon.
With a week’s worth of hours to plan, date number two was sure to be epic. And, readers, it was. OH it was. He took me to brunch and ice skating at the outdoor rink in the sculpture garden on the National Mall. Then we walked to the Lincoln Memorial, wandered around to the back and watched the “golden hour” as the sun set over the Potomac (tres romantic). From there we walked some more and ended up at Cosi for s’mores and hot chocolate before heading back to his place and thawing while cuddling on the couch and listening to music.
Sadly, Date God went the way of so many others I’ve dated since Poopface – too nice, too perfect, too much in common (yes, this is possible), too many boxes checked off (like having a job. WHY can’t I be attracted to someone with a JOB???)… I had to cut him loose, you understand. But, Zeus, I miss those dates.