50.1

Fifty was one of the guys from speed dating that I was matched with because we both wrote down each other's names.  All I could really remember about him was that I thought he had a good sense of humor.  When we started messaging back forth he definitely made me laugh by writing things like, "Greetings! I'm looking for a girl who just got a brand new foot." He was bummed that he had to wait a few days for me to recover from my foot surgery before we could go out, which I thought was endearing.  A few days later after he had been out drinking beers with his friends at a baseball game he sent me a message saying, "We're going out, and we're going to have an awesome time!  I'm tired of waiting." I told him I liked his enthusiasm, so he asked if I wanted to watch a movie that night.  Fact: it was 10:15PM on a Monday night at the time of this text message, so I said, "I'm a firm believer in first dates starting before 9PM.  Call me old fashioned."  So we set up a date for a few days later, and after that was settled, he said, "I'm stoked.  Full chub for sure."  {For those of you who aren't up on your inappropriate lingo, I will explain that phrase in the most delicate way that I can.  Chub is slang for a boner.  Yep, there's no good way to say that.  I know of one person in my life (now apparently two) that uses that phrase occasionally and he uses it in reference to a really good dinner at a restaurant, so it's not necessarily a sexual term, but I'm still not a fan of it.}  I responded to Fifty by saying, "Oh goodness.  You're cut off now."  He apologized and I told him, "For future reference when a girl talks about being old fashioned you should never reply with anything about a chub."  He definitely lost points for that, but since we'd already set up our date plans and he'd been drinking with the boys I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I met him after work for dinner and a movie and had a relatively nice time.  He is funny in a Jack Black kind of way, which could be obnoxious, but I haven't decided yet.  He made several references to our future dates, so apparently he thinks this is happening.  My crutches came in handy because when he dropped me off at the same time he was apparently leaning toward me and tried to put his arm around me, I was trying to maneuver my crutches out of the car so I had already turned away from him.  Luckily I didn't realize what was happening until I felt his arm on my shoulder, and by that time I was already swinging my leg out of the car.  I politely told him thanks for a nice evening, and he said he would talk to me soon.  I'll probably go out with him another time, but as my friend pointed out that since I had no urge to kiss him at the end of the date then I probably wouldn't want to next time either.  Fair enough, but I do like to give people a few chances to woo me.