Friday, March 31, 2006
Recap
Please allow me to have a tentative positive outlook on this new acquaintance. We actually had a quite pleasant evening, and I think I dare say that none of the involved parties would have objections to a repeat.
Although, the evening began almost fatal for the rest of our acquaintance, when The Fiancé and I barely managed to get there on time, and found no single man with blonde Golden Retriever anywhere in sight. Now you see, I am huge on being punctual, especially when meeting someone for the first time. It is a matter of respect towards the other person, so I got a little bit upset at having been made wait for quite a long time. We ordered some drinks anyway, working on the principle of benefit of doubt. I had pretty much resorted to having been stood up, when suddenly a rather frazzled looking man stormed into the restaurant rather hectically, seeking us out after some looking around, and without any hello or other sort of greeting sputtered out that he had to take his dog to the hospital, and goodamn waittress, I called her letting her know to tell you about this and to wait up for me.
With that, he suddenly was gone again, leaving The Fiancé and I staring after him a bit confused. I was consoled though - a man who cares about his dog like that is a man who probably runs a bit deeper than others. He returned a few minutes later with his car parked somewhere safe, made a hectic phone call to his vet before even saying a whole lot of anything to either of us, and when he heard that his dog, who got hit by a train that afternoon while he was at work, was in a stable condition, he finally gave us his full attention under a thousand apologies.
I offered him to meet some other time instead, for I understood what it means to worry about and fear for a beloved animal, but he shrugged it off, hence our rather nice evening commenced.
Let's give him an alias, let's call him... Bud. Bud is a man in his very late thirties, putting him in an age range that exceeded our maximum tolerable age for potential partners by at least 4 years. I was a bit apprehensive when I learned his age, and even more when he opened his mouth for the very first time, and much to my surprise I heard a dialect as it is spoken in Germany - which is a whole different issue for people of my nationality altogether. Let's just say that Austrians don't really like Germans a whole lot, so I have to admit much to my own shame that I was hugely prejudiced the second I heard that he was a German. However, his English was quite good, and since our conversation took place mostly in English, I soon forgot about his nationality - which really is a silly notion in the first place.
He is handsome. Not by any glossy magazine standards, and certainly also not in comparison to The Fiancé's striking looks, but attractive enough, and certainly not a sexual turn-off either. And much unlike Mr. Creep, we did not run out of things to talk about. He has a similar outlook on life as we do, he likes travelling, he is sophisticated. He asked us questions, so The Fiancé didn't have to use up all his conversational skills to get this guy to talk. We laughed quite a bit too, he was dividing his attention equally between both of us. At one point in our conversation, to emphasize a point he was making, he reached across the table and touched The Fiancé's forearm for a second, which - for some reason - made my head spin a little bit for a few seconds afterwards.
We talked about all kinds of things, interesting things, and he was not sleazy at all. He turned out to be smart, witty, well-travelled, and funny. Only way into the evening the whole purpose of our date came up, and even so it happened in a very subtle and tasteful way. It was clear from the way he talked that he likes sex a lot, and that he has a healthy attitude towards it, but in no way did it seem like he was trying to show off, or come on to us like he was desperate for some action.
We parted ways 3 1/2 hours later, and I think it may have been even later, wouldn't I have had to get up early this morning. Bud hugged first me with the obligatory 2 cheek-kisses, and to my surprise The Fiancé as well, insisting on the cheek kisses also - which is not at all common between men around these parts... aside from the fact that I only know hugs between strangers from Latino males, and certainly not from Central European ones.
We have decided to give him our phone number, and he has since emailed us, saying that he enjoyed our company very much and wouldn't mind meeting us again. All in all a pleasant evening, and I think this has potential for at least a friendship.
Although, the evening began almost fatal for the rest of our acquaintance, when The Fiancé and I barely managed to get there on time, and found no single man with blonde Golden Retriever anywhere in sight. Now you see, I am huge on being punctual, especially when meeting someone for the first time. It is a matter of respect towards the other person, so I got a little bit upset at having been made wait for quite a long time. We ordered some drinks anyway, working on the principle of benefit of doubt. I had pretty much resorted to having been stood up, when suddenly a rather frazzled looking man stormed into the restaurant rather hectically, seeking us out after some looking around, and without any hello or other sort of greeting sputtered out that he had to take his dog to the hospital, and goodamn waittress, I called her letting her know to tell you about this and to wait up for me.
With that, he suddenly was gone again, leaving The Fiancé and I staring after him a bit confused. I was consoled though - a man who cares about his dog like that is a man who probably runs a bit deeper than others. He returned a few minutes later with his car parked somewhere safe, made a hectic phone call to his vet before even saying a whole lot of anything to either of us, and when he heard that his dog, who got hit by a train that afternoon while he was at work, was in a stable condition, he finally gave us his full attention under a thousand apologies.
I offered him to meet some other time instead, for I understood what it means to worry about and fear for a beloved animal, but he shrugged it off, hence our rather nice evening commenced.
Let's give him an alias, let's call him... Bud. Bud is a man in his very late thirties, putting him in an age range that exceeded our maximum tolerable age for potential partners by at least 4 years. I was a bit apprehensive when I learned his age, and even more when he opened his mouth for the very first time, and much to my surprise I heard a dialect as it is spoken in Germany - which is a whole different issue for people of my nationality altogether. Let's just say that Austrians don't really like Germans a whole lot, so I have to admit much to my own shame that I was hugely prejudiced the second I heard that he was a German. However, his English was quite good, and since our conversation took place mostly in English, I soon forgot about his nationality - which really is a silly notion in the first place.
He is handsome. Not by any glossy magazine standards, and certainly also not in comparison to The Fiancé's striking looks, but attractive enough, and certainly not a sexual turn-off either. And much unlike Mr. Creep, we did not run out of things to talk about. He has a similar outlook on life as we do, he likes travelling, he is sophisticated. He asked us questions, so The Fiancé didn't have to use up all his conversational skills to get this guy to talk. We laughed quite a bit too, he was dividing his attention equally between both of us. At one point in our conversation, to emphasize a point he was making, he reached across the table and touched The Fiancé's forearm for a second, which - for some reason - made my head spin a little bit for a few seconds afterwards.
We talked about all kinds of things, interesting things, and he was not sleazy at all. He turned out to be smart, witty, well-travelled, and funny. Only way into the evening the whole purpose of our date came up, and even so it happened in a very subtle and tasteful way. It was clear from the way he talked that he likes sex a lot, and that he has a healthy attitude towards it, but in no way did it seem like he was trying to show off, or come on to us like he was desperate for some action.
We parted ways 3 1/2 hours later, and I think it may have been even later, wouldn't I have had to get up early this morning. Bud hugged first me with the obligatory 2 cheek-kisses, and to my surprise The Fiancé as well, insisting on the cheek kisses also - which is not at all common between men around these parts... aside from the fact that I only know hugs between strangers from Latino males, and certainly not from Central European ones.
We have decided to give him our phone number, and he has since emailed us, saying that he enjoyed our company very much and wouldn't mind meeting us again. All in all a pleasant evening, and I think this has potential for at least a friendship.
