Missing Pieces Part 2 (02/19/06)
Blind Date - 02/19/06
Dear Journal -
At the advice of Meadow, I decided to go ahead and "get out more", starting tonight. I called up the local matchmaker (since I seem to be a dunce when it comes to choosing men to date)...
...and shelled out a hefty five thousand simoleons for her to whip out that crystal ball and hopefully cause my dream man to fall out of the sky.
The ball glittered and shone. I stared at it, mesmerized, trying to see whatever it was that she was seeing in the ball...trying to see the mystery man that she saw. I wasn't expecting him to LITERALLY fall out of the sky!
So, this is Lee Bar. My mystery date. I guess the matchmaker had just summoned him in the middle of a bowling tournament (hence the bowling shirt), and his team must have been going frantic wondering where he had vanished to!
We shook hands and took off for my favorite hotspot, P.U.R.E., in the heart of Downtown. I just love going there, even if I'm by myself. The DJs are always awesome, and once in awhile I happen to be in there when Meadow is tending the bar. That doesn't happen too often, though, because she has weekends off so she can go out and have fun herself!
We danced and chatted the night away. I found out that he has won quite a few bowling trophies at the local lanes and that bowling is his main hobby. Not exactly as artsy or science-ey as I'm used to, but he seemed nice enough, and it looked like he could dance somewhat decently.
Before I knew it, the club was filling up and, before we knew it, it was so late that Contessa Lisa made an appearance.
Luckily, it didn't look like she was there to bite anyone. She just seemed to be having a good time. Shew.
By the end of the date, I still hadn't felt any sparks. Nothing. He's a nice guy and all, but I just don't think he's the one, and I sensed that he felt the same way about me. I wouldn't necessarily call the date a dud, though, because it looks like I made another nice friend and hey, if I ever want to learn how to bowl without bumpers, I know who to call!!
We gave each other a friendly kiss goodbye, and I headed home to call Meadow. I knew she had her cell glued to her waist, waiting for me to give her all the details.
After one ring, she picked up.
"Well, how did it go?"
"It went okay."
"Just...okay?!!! You went out with Lee, right?!"
"Yes."
"Lee's a nice guy! What did you do?!! You didn't get caught staring at his nose or something, did you?"
"No...nothing like that."
"Well then what went wrong? You don't sound like you'll be going out with him again."
"...He likes...bowling."
Yes, that's how I worded it.
"...what?"
"He loves to bowl and does it all the time. I'm not really into bowling."
"And that's bad BECAUSE....?!"
"I'm just...not interested in dating a bowler, I guess."
"Stella...you're nuts, you know that?! You're pushing away a perfectly nice guy because he bowls?! I think you've got your hair pulled back too tight!!"
I couldn't help but laugh. After a few more minutes of being told how silly, fickle, insecure, and jaded I am, we were both planning to get together in a few days for some pizza and some girl pampering time. That's one of the things I love about our friendship. She can sit there and tell me how silly I am about something and then within a few minutes we are laughing and planning our next get-together. It takes a real friend to be that honest with me.
So, my first blind date wasn't as successful as I'd hoped, and I know it's all because of me, but old habits die hard. No one said that finding lasting love (and getting over one's own petty issues) would be easy...