A Good First Date?

So I did get a date with the Rugby Guy (see – now the theory is totally confirmed!). Friday night we met for drinks near my house. I must have had a good feeling about this guy because I never give up a Friday night for a date. Of course I was running late and had to pregame with some wine prior to leaving my house. But even my last minute venue change and tardy arrival did not seem to throw this guy off. This was a good sign.

Right before I walked out the door, my roommate asked me “What are you going to do if he tries to kiss you?” My response to her was easy: I am a fabulous dodger so I had nothing to be worried about, right? Confident that I could get away from this situation, I headed out the door.

So we meet and things go pretty well. But I have to say – I have never met a guy who talks more than I do …. And I talk A LOT. But he did mention that it was a nervous habit of his to talk a lot and that he is usually quite shy. Shy is definitely not the word that I would use to describe RG but maybe it was just first date jitters (or he is a total narcissist). We were the last people to leave the bar – I consider this to be a good sign as well.

RG offers to walk me to my car as we leave (as a self proclaimed southern gentleman would). I try to make it a rule to drive myself and not be in any situation which could become awkward on a first date. I politely decline and inform him that I am a Big Girl and can handle it but he insists. Off we go! As his car is in another lot, I offer to drive him to his vehicle. Note: Must clean out car prior to first dates in the future in case of entry into car … I mean I don’t think that it is weird that I had a yellow ruler and a furry Santa hat openly sitting out with my tax documents from the past 3 years sprawled across my backseat, but maybe he did?

Anyways – this is when it gets awkward. The end of date dance. What to do? Is he going to try and kiss me? Do I WANT him to kiss me … oh no! So RG leans in for what I am assuming is a kiss and I retaliate with my normal dodge routine. It’s a natural defense! Not only do I dodge, I dodge right into his nose … his nose that he quasi broke in a rugby tournament the week prior and has been healing back to health with black eyes for the entire week. I saw the pain in his face as he reached up to protect his snozz and shrieked “Oh My Nose!” Smoooooothhhhhhh, Holly.

There was another uncomfortable dodge situation and we then end the date.

He did say that he had a great time and would like to go out again.

I wonder which part he liked the most: The part where we talked about him the whole time or the part where I broke his nose.