So, at the request of Dayna, here is the quick run-down of the date… 😉

Date and I were set to meet at Cozumel for drinks at 8:30-8:45. I had gone for dinner at Anchor Bar with Jen, Brenda and Steph, so I figured I would just hang out at Jen’s until it was time to meet. I checked my messages, and Date had left a message saying that he was going to be running a little late, and that he’d call when he was getting ready to leave. I tried, in vain, to figure out how to remotely change the outgoing message on my machine. No luck. I checked again, and he’d left another message asking me to call when I got the message. No number, though. O, if I were one of those photographic memory types who remembered a phone number after dialing it once. Um, not so much.

So after a few minutes of grumbling, it is determined that I must run home to find the number and call him back. He just wanted to make sure that I still wanted to meet, even though it was going to be late.

Anyway…we do meet up at Cozumel, around 9:20. I decide to go ahead and order the margarita, because….well, it’s Cozumel, and I can’t concieve of drinking anything else there. (They make the best–and most potent–margaritas in town. Yum!) We chat for a bit, catching up (remember, I haven’t seen him or spoken to him other than email and IM in like three weeks!) while waiting for the dart board.

So we play, and I’m quite certain that I’m going to get my butt kicked. He’s in a league. However, fortunately for me, it takes Date several rounds to adjust his throw for crappy bar darts. I’m actually doing pretty well, and we’re about neck-in-neck. I’ve got 17 points, he’s got none, and everything is closed but bulls.

Well, you all know how good (ahem) I am at hitting the bull. So I lost. We chat some more, and it’s very nice….about everything and nothing in particular, and just comfortable. Easy. Nice.

We decide to have another drink and head over to the bar to sit. I embarrass him by telling him that Caren described him as being like “one of the girls.” hee. He said that he is “on the cusp” of metrosexual…that is, he takes some pride in his appearance and actually likes to shop, but does not go get his nails done. Hence “on the cusp.” Again, hee. 🙂

So when we parted for the evening, there was another pleasant goodnight kiss…he thanked me for putting up with his crazy schedule, and said “maybe next time we can have food.” 😉

All in all, I like him. He’s fun to talk to, he makes me laugh, and he just seems like an all around good guy. And there is definitely an attraction there. So….I’ll be thinking good thoughts about this one. We’ll see…. 😉