'A Date with a Co-Worker' Springfield- A Long Way from 'Sex and the City'

A Date with a Co-worker (Never Date a Co-worker Continued)

What happened next? Well, things obviously progressed from our exchange of phone numbers. We talked and talked and talked. Kept making plans to hangout and then he kept changing them, his excuse? Ha! He kept having second thoughts about going out with someone he worked with, because, it just didn't seem right.(This especially cracks me up now, because he tried to make himself seem modest and respectful, coming from a guy who would…never mind we'll get to that :)

It was extremely annoying and any normal woman would have kicked his pathetically indecisive butt to the curb. However, looking back at that moment in time in my life I can't exactly say I was normal. My foundation was still pretty much cracked and I was trying desperately to fill the cracks with anything I could get my hands on. That filler just so happened to be Tom*.

Finally, one Friday night in April we managed to go out. It was, real romantic and classy. I drove myself to his house, (which he shared with a roommate) and we sat in his kitchen discussing people from work over some cans of Miller Lite until we ventured out for a night on the town.

Okay ladies let me give you a little piece of advice which I'm sure MOST of you already know because I certainly did. But it's whether or not you actually choose to follow that advice that matters.

We left his house to go out. Where? To a bar, classy, I know. THAT was definitely the first sign that this guy was a winner.

Now, now, now, there's nothing wrong with going to get a few drinks at a casual drinking establishment for your first date, but taking you to a crowded bar on a Saturday night where the possibility of coherent conversation is about 20 percent. That certainly is NOT a date. That is a, "I don't want to date you but you're hot as hell, so if I have to spend money and pretend that I'm into you to get into your pants, we'll go here" situation.

But, for some twisted reason I thought this was okay. We went to a bar, which wasn't too bad, but turned out to be a bit of a college hot spot which is awesome when you're trying to get a buzz and some numbers with your girlfriends, but as a first date trying to get to know you spot, not such a great place.

Sure enough none of this crossed my mind at the time; I was too blinded by his crystal baby blues and his occasional whispers of, "You're so beautiful, I want to kiss you" comments. (Gag).

We managed to make as much conversation as possible over the loud music, with the occasional "Huhs?" "Whats?" and "Umms?". Finally his roommate showed up with his girlfriend. Surprisingly that wasn't as bad as I had thought it was going to be. It was SO good that they both kept buying rounds of shots and before I knew it, I was no longer able to drive home! OH NO! I had to spend the night at his house. How terrible.

On a first date what could be better than sharing favorite bands, books and foods than sharing a bed? Hmm…I just don't know? Enter, dumb, vulnerable female.