As I mentioned Sunday, I (Gabby) have been going on more dates. I’m by no means going on dates every week and, truthfully, am pretty quick in saying “no” to a second date.
So when I go on a good first date, it feels good. It reminds me that I should keep putting myself out there because the right thing will come eventually.
Anyway, this week we have, I think, a very exciting post by our first Mishmosh guest! The guest would like to remain anonymous so we shall call him Scott. Hi, Scott!
I met Scott through my Aunt. I have the best Aunt in the world. She is always looking out for me, checking up on me, teaching me things like it’s healthy to cry and the importance of flossing. She is genuinely my second mother. It also is her mission to make sure I find love. During one of her lunch dates, I somehow came up and the person she was with had someone to go on a date with me! Long story short, that person is Scott. Scott’s grandmother did the flowers for my parent’s wedding. When my Aunt told me this, I was like um finally…hello invisible string, meet-cute of my LIFE.
My number was shared and Scott actually texted me (check one). We met up over Thanksgiving and I really had a great time. He asked interesting questions and I actually felt…seen? He asked me what I like to do creatively and I told him about Mishmosh. He followed up after the date asking me to send him the blog (at this point I was very thankful we had gone paid so I could hide the crazy) and he actually read whatever of it he could. A week later, we were exchanging texts and he mentioned wanting to do a post for you all about what it’s like to go on a first date with me. My one ask was that he be truly honest. Within hours I was sent a word document which made me say, “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry but I definitely will never be wearing that sweater on a date again haha (the cry is a good cry btw)”.
And that’s how we ended up here! So much more to say about that date, especially in comparison to others, but I’ll save that for another post. Let’s give Scott the floor now…
Hi. First, let me introduce myself. I’m the one your married friend at work keeps trying to set you up with; the one your mom whispers “he’s cute” about in a tone that makes you uncomfortable, and the one your dad is probably supposed to protect you from. I check the prerequisite blind date boxes—real job, well-traveled, in shape but not vegan, etc.
Gabby is single. I’m recently single. A mutual connection attempts to set us up. Staged photos are exchanged, intro text messages sent, and a first date arranged.
Schedules and commitments push us to the Friday after Thanksgiving. Gabby informs me ahead of time that she must head to the suburbs that same evening, so her bail plan is pre-baked. I don’t drink, and it’s cold out, so I guess we’re going to a museum?
To be candid, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I needed to escape my family after the holiday, so I didn’t scrutinize Gabby’s dating resume or pay too much attention to the aforementioned photo.
Readers may not know this, but Gabby is strikingly pretty. She has a big smile with perfect teeth and great skin—even a guy would notice. As we walk into the museum, she takes off her coat. Uh-oh—she’s in a sweater and jeans. It’s the kind of outfit you might wear to a book club. Her pants are tight, at least. She has long legs, and her jeans are clearly designed to highlight a great ass. I let her walk ahead of me through the exhibit.
My first impression is that Gabby is sexy but not overtly sexual, if that makes sense. She has the kind of body men fantasize about, and I quickly get distracted. My mind flashes forward a year—we’re in a bedroom, and she’s reading in bed. Damn. Is she the type who thinks sex three times a week is healthy? Is that what I’m supposed to take from the sweater? No, no—let’s focus on the jeans and those curves. Maybe she’s actually reading a smut novel with a hidden toy under the covers. I digress.