Friday Fiasco

In my last blog I promised to regale you with all the details of my Thursday date with Frenchie. Well, I lied. On Tuesday I got an email from The Architect saying that he needed to cancel our Friday date - he met someone. I notified Frenchie of my new opening on Friday and we agreed to reschedule in favour of more time.

So I just got home from my Friday with Frenchie. Dinner and a show... two shows, actually.

We met on a street corner at 6:30. He said I looked nice, and complimented me on my jacket. I said I was cold, so he offered me his toque (he called it a beanie). I declined (in fear of hat head). We walked around the neighbourhood for a while, trying to find somewhere to eat. We finally settled on a really nice Greek place neither of us had been to. He got the roasted quail and I had the spinach- and feta-stuffed chicken. Delicious. He taught me about science and we compared Les Miserables, French verses English.

He paid.

Then we carried on to a comedy club to catch some improv. It was pretty hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that we decided to stay for another show.

We had 45 minutes between the first and second performance so we walked around for a bit. We found a little candy store and he asked me to pick out my favourite candy. I picked a black licorice cigar - I could kind of sense he was going to buy it for me so I went for 45 cents instead of the dollars and dollars a bag of Jelly Bellys would have cost. I was right. He bought me the cigar. Then we went back for the second show. Not as funny as the first, but still enjoyable.

After the show, he asked what was next. It was about 11:00pm by this point, and I was getting tired. I said it was home time. So we walked to the subway station. He said something about the fact that I'm always smiling. I said that people tell me I smile a lot, but it doesn't feel like I do: "I'm pretty regular, I think... just like everybody else." He did that pensive pause again and said, "You are definitely not like everybody else."

And that's when I started to freak out.

At least, I think it was then. It could have been sometime between the first and second show. But all of a sudden I didn't know how I felt about this guy, and was pretty sure I wasn't head over heels, and really just wanted to get away. I didn't want to look at him because if I did I knew I'd pretend to be googly-eyed and into him and I didn't want to do that. And I didn't have anything to say. No conversation starters - since when does that happen????

We got on the subway and rode a few stops together before we had to part ways. He spoke as though we would be keeping in contact all summer. He asked me if I needed him to see me home. I said that I thought I'd be okay on my own. We got to my stop and he stood to give me a hug. We "have a nice summer"-ed and I was gone.

Yeah, I totally freaked out.

I was into this guy at one point, right? I know I was before I met him. His emails were gold. And there's no denying that he's a great guy - funny, intelligent, cultured, attractive... But for some reason something inside of me changed and I got weird. Again.

Is it just that I haven't found the right guy yet? Will I know when I do? Or will I get up to or around the second date with every amazing guy I meet and then hightail it out of there?

At least there's still The Security Guard. I meet him tomorrow. Stay tuned...