Date 24.1

Let me tell you something: 23-year olds are the most charming guys these days.  I do not remember them being so sweet when I was that age.  Twenty-four and I were setting up our date and when I told him regretfully that whatever we did would have to be near where I was dog sitting, he replied, “I ride a bike, remember?  Plus the location is pointless because I get to see you.”  And the crowd says, “Awwwwwwww.”

He came by when he was off work, and we decided we weren’t up for the loud bars in the neighborhood; instead we got donuts and walked around and talked for two hours.  It was perfect.  He asked me to tell him about myself, so I just started stating random things about myself, “Even though I played volleyball for six years in school, I’m horrible at it and every other sport” and “When I smile my eyes squint up, one more than the other, so I try not to smile so much in pictures.”  At the end of the night he told me I was more interesting than he thought I’d be and that he was glad how everything worked out for us.  Then he gave me a good night kiss while I was holding the dog and he was holding his bike.  Thirty minutes after saying goodbye he sent me a text recapping the night and our conversations, “Donuts, walking, tap shoes, ego, white lies, and uuber confident.  I’ll see you soon.  I’m eager to see your dance moves.  Thanks for a great evening.”  Conclusion: Twenty-four is adorable; bring on the second date!