In the midst of spending time with Forty-nine I managed to squeeze in a first date with Fifty-two, my final match from speed dating. The only thing I remembered about Fifty-two was that he likes going to trivia, and that he was the guy I was talking with when Forty-nine gave me his number. We met for a drink in my neighborhood after his guitar lesson. He's been learning the guitar for a couple of years but has played the tuba since middle school and even traveled to other countries with an orchestra. I teased him by saying, "The tuba - now that is a great fact. You should always lead with that. I'd date you at least a month for that." I truly have no idea why I let some words come out of my mouth. In addition to being musical, Fifty-two has very diverse hobbies from sewing to refurbishing motorcycles.
Two hours later he insisted on driving me home even though I told him it was only two blocks away by responding to my argument, "Yes, but you're on crutches, and my car is right there." On that very short drive he asked me, "What's your view on dating? You made a comment earlier about dating me for a month, what did that mean?" I appreciated his frankness and told him, "Oh that comment was just my odd sense of humor and you should disregard it. My view on dating is that I don't really date. I mean, I love meeting people and going on a date and getting to know them, but I'm just not that stereotypical girl who is looking for a relationship." As I was saying this I decided I should learn how to rephrase that answer for next time so I don't sound so whorish. As Fifty-two parked in front of my place he asked, "Okay, so does that mean I don't get to see you again? Because I'd really like to." I replied, "You seem like a very interesting guy, and I will definitely go out with you again." I guess he liked that answer because he leaned over and kissed me. We kissed for a minute, and then I pulled myself away, told him to have a good night, and he said he'd call me.
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