You know a date didn’t go that well if my takeaway from the evening was that I liked the beer I had.
Mainstream and I just didn’t click. It’s ironic that in just my last post I was talking about having had good luck with women looking like their photos. I must have jinxed it or something. Mainstream looked in the ballpark to her photos, but she quite obviously chose those that put her in the best light. Not much of an initial attraction to base the date on.
And then she never seemed to want to talk. We had a few awkward silences, where I had to break each and every one to get something rolling again. And she’s just not that interesting. No stories. Doesn’t go much into detail when I start to ask her different questions. Doesn’t seem all that interested to hear what I have to say.
At least the food was good. We went on a short walk down the street too after dinner. I like walks. Back when I lived in Vegas, I never liked them. But it gets crazy hot and cold there, so they’re not enjoyable. We were in Mainstream’s part of town. Actually, just a couple of blocks from her apartment. So she was able to walk home. I tend to always schedule the first date in the area of town my date lives in. Make it easier on them for the first one. I don’t mind driving, really. I just hate dealing with asshats and morons.
She had to have felt the awkwardness and lack of connection. Had to. When our walk ended, I almost just wanted to be like “Well, thanks for the evening, have a good one!” I fumbled around asking when she had available in the near future. Remember, I’m trying this whole “go with it” thing and am trying to give women another shot. Something just may have been off with one or both of us, I don’t know. But I doubt a second date is in the offing.
Anyway, the upside to the failed date is that I liked my beer. This is actually important for me. I have long struggled with not liking beer. I’ve always wanted to like it, but I’ve never been able to properly acquire the taste. Wine, on the other hand, I took to that pretty quickly. I like reds, especially pinot noir. But beer, well, this is a long time coming. I will continually try beers time and time again, hoping to acquire the taste and start to like them. Somehow or other, sour beers seem to be the way I’m going to acquire the taste. Which is really strange, because sour beers usually only taste good to longtime beer drinkers.
So yeah. Happy about the beer. Disappointed about another very likely one-and-done date. Sigh.