To everything, turn, turn, turn - TUCKER

My theory: if a guy says he’s 5’10”, he’s really 5’8” and if he says he’s 6’5”, he’s really, really tall. Much to Andy’s chagrin, I have a height restriction. Call me petty, call me picky, I don’t think it’s too much to ask to be able to date a guy that I don’t have to look down at to look him in the eye. I come from a family of tall ones, and I’m fairly certain that if I did bring a short guy into the mix he’d feel like he was amongst the land of the jolly green giants. So really, I’m doing it for the shorty’s own good (I’m a glass half full kind of person).
Regardless, I went out on date No. 1 this week. And my response isn’t one of pure delight, or pure disgust, it can be summed up in one quick syllable: eh. That’s right, eh.
Nice guy IM’ed me on match.com, I responded. We chatted, seemed like a decent guy (read: not a serial killer), he asked me out for coffee, I accepted. We exchanged phone numbers, and thus began the text dance. As you may know, I’m not fond of the texting when I haven’t even heard the person’s voice… but these texts were fairly benign. More like, “how’s your day?” and less like, “what’s your philosophy on life?” We postponed the date once because I got a cold, and the date was scheduled during the time period where I was so stuffed up I couldn’t breathe through my nose… and you can’t really put your best foot forward when you are a total mouth breather.
We made it to coffee. And my theory was proved right, while he said he was 5’10”, he clearly was not. I mean, I know online dating profiles are an area of life where you embellish… but I just wish you couldn’t embellish your height, us tall girls (or maybe it’s just me) have height limits.
But I powered on, and coffee was nice. He bought me a latte, he got an Americano. And we chatted for a little less than an hour and a half.
I have to say, I CANNOT stand coffee dates.
First, there are people all around you sitting alone, reading, studying, LISTENING TO EVERY WORD YOU SAY while you are on this awkward, obviously blind date.
While I don’t mind stating to the blog readers of the world that I am doing online dating, I don’t really want to share that fact or my first in person meeting with the people at the next table. Secondly, people are coming and going, so it gets loud, kids are running around like crazy, and some come up and start talking to you (true story). Thirdly, I’m already jittery enough, and the caffeine consumed at a coffee date doesn’t help, I think a single alcoholic drink may do the trick to help me relax. Anyways, he was nice. Everyone keeps wanting all the details, and there really aren’t many to share. He is a nice guy, I enjoyed talking with him, but I’m pretty sure there was no romantic feeling for either of us. And thus ended date No 1. I’ll probably never hear from him again… and that’s ok. It’s a bummer to not have some crazy date to share with you readers, but I feel like my date is a much more typical date. Guy meets girl, guy’s nice, girl’s nice… but no chemistry.

And the world keeps turning.

Vital Stats:
I wore: skinny jeans, tucked into my new camel leather boots, a grey sleeveless blouse (way cuter than I can describe here) topped with a black long sweater.
He wore: jeans, a grey blue long sleeve shirt with a Northface jacket over it (which he never took off?).
Random fact: He’s from South America.
Second date possibility: not on my side.
Overall score: 7 in conversation, 3 in date-ability.