So I had my date with Match Frank on Friday night. I know this will be sad for most of you to hear, but it was pretty uneventful.
I wasn't feeling that great all day Friday, so I left work a bit early to go home and take a nap. Eventually, I ended up sleeping most of the weekend. I'm blaming it on allergies.
Anyway...I was 20 minutes late to meet Match Frank at Lucky's here in Southie. It was a big game night and it took over an hour to get a cab to come and get me...and I wasn't walking two miles in heels. I called to explain, he was understanding. I get there and instantly see his bald head and have no doubts about approaching him from behind, just certain it's him. And I was right. So I think we kind of embraced. I can't remember. I was so out of it...I'm very surprised I had matching clothes on and even applied eyeliner. I woke up in a fog after my nap that continued until yesterday. So the conversation was good and he was very polite and funny. But I couldn't help but notice one thing.
When I looked at him, all I could think about was Jabba the Hut. It has something to do with extra neck skin combined with a wide smile. I am a terrible person. He's actually quite attractive in a stalky bald-headed man in his mid 30's kind of way, so I'm not sure why my mind is playing tricks on me.
Anywho...I did not think he would call because I was such a bump on a log. But low and behold...he called me yesterday! I returned the call today...hopefully we will connect again at some point. Was there a spark? Eh...hard to say. I felt like I was having an out of body experience for most of the date. The three beers only made it worse. I suppose only a second date will tell. History tells me that there will not be a third date, but history also tells me that I need to at least give him the chance. It's only fair.