Lunch Date

I went out with (Tuesday's post) Rob this afternoon. I was late. Like 15 minutes late and it was 2 blocks from my office. I had a client who was taking for-eh-ver to finish something.

First impressions of Rob:
Glasses but vibrant blue eyes
Button up shirt with only one button undone but still a lot of chest hair poking through [um ew]
Kind of tubby
Didn't stand up to greet me [why is this not done anymore?]
Kind of a goober

This is only my second blind date ever and compared to the angry midget, I think this one went fairly well. We did the awkward small talk about family, school, likes, hobbies, etc. I'm realizing that I'm a total brat. Since losing my weight [PS-I'm a solid 10 now which I'm ecstatic about] I find that a tubby guy just isn't of interest. And let me tell you, I looked dang foxy today. I had on a striped button up shirt, my vest, black slacks and my new motorcycle jacket that I'm in LOVE with. Alex was with me when I bought it and he about jumped me in the store. It's a magic jacket.

but in black, smokin'

Anyway, we're leaving and he's walking in front of me and I check him out and he's got a bubble butt. Oh man. Done. Thanks for lunch, it was real. See ya.

He walks me to the car and tells me I look great. I know, I say. He wants a hug and I do a side hug. He texts me 15 minutes later asking for a date on Saturday. Gosh darn it I'm busy. How about Sunday. Nope going to a fireside.

It's a seriously magical jacket. $100 on sale plus a discount, got it for $35. "I'm in love, I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!" Who can name that movie?