Date #3: The Wine Guy AKA Mama's Boy

So, a Monday not too far in the past I met up with The Wine Guy AKA Mama's Boy (thank you, Anna!). The Wine Guy has a background in wine, grew up in Napa County, and currently works in the Wine Industry as a distributor. So the nickname fits well, no?

We met at a local wine bar, who's name I would later mess up continuously & Lindsay would find it HYSTERICAL. It had been a long day at work, then I met with my old co-workers for dinner, realized I left my wallet at home, and had to drive home, where I changed. Why so much detail, Cyndi? Well, when I get to the wine bar, after texting (seriously, what did people do before phones?) The Wine Guy that I will be late, he is already there. It's always that moment of oddness when you hope that the person put recent pictures on their profile, and that you will be able to recognize him. He sat in an almost too convenient location where he could see me walk in. I always find that slightly awkward because I don't like being stared at any more then the next person. Besides, how can I assess their first impression if I can't see it?


So we got through the gamat of normal conversation. How was your day? Oh, you changed? What are your plans for the weekend? Etc. I've already had dinner, but he orders. I tried to get him to order me wine, but I didn't like what he picked out. Shocking. I know. I'm such an "independent". The conversation was pretty normal. Nothing really to write about. He ordered Duck Con Fee. His food came and I'd already drank about half a glass of wine. BTW, he was attractive. Very wholesome looking, not too dorky, and very "nice-ish" look about him. So with his Duck Con Fee(btw, sounds like Duck with Feet to me...) he decided it was a good idea to NOT use the fork and knife he was given. It was rather gross. And he proceeded to get sauce on his face, and I had to be like "Umm, you have a little bit right there." And did he use a napkin like a civilised being? Nope. Used the side of his hang. It was gross. In fact, I couldn't even believe my eyes with it.

So a few conversational pieces:

"So... What do you do for fun?" The Wine Guy.
"Seriously? That's the best you've got?" Me.
The Wine Guy just looked astonished.

"Have you done Match before?" Me.
"Yeah. That's where I found my last girlfriend." The Wine Guy.
Silence.
"I've also tried eharmony. Saw your profile on there." The Wine Guy.
"Really..." Me.
"And on Yahoo Personals." The Wine Guy.
"Ok, Stalker... Did you find me on Myspace and Facebook too?" Me.
Silence.

There was also conversation about my online dating blog and if he could read it. Sorry! But this is not for guys to be able to evaluate themselves. Just doesn't work that way. Oh, and I got a little tipsy from the wine. So by the end of the night I was rather okay with anything that he suggested or said. Finally, sadly, I realized that it was getting late and I would need to get home to go to bed. Plus the bar was closing. So quickly we go outside into the mindnumbing wind (and no, I have no absolutely no idea how cold it was. I just wanted to use the phrase!) and parted. He offered at least 4 times to walk me to my car, but sadly, I was in no mood to kiss this boy and declined polietely the first and second time. The third time, I reminded him that I was 25 and perfectly capable of walking to my car, and lastly I told him simply no.

There was no hug, there was no kiss, and yet there was a second date. Stay tuned for Date #2 with The Wine Guy...