2nd time... no charm

A few months ago, I went out with this fellow named Kyle.* His online profile was too attractive to pass up. We exchanged some messages, and he seemed nice enough - so we planned to meet up at Lost Society, only to find out that Lost Society is closed on Mondays. Quick change of plans, and we ended up at Alero- I love those margaritas. Kyle was charming, and we had a great time chatting over a few drinks. This may have been the best first date I've ever been on- music, flirting, movies, sports- we talked about everything. He had lots of fun stories... I left thinking everything went so well.

A few weeks went by, and we did some texting (I don't really like phone calls) and Kyle sent me the following text, "We need to talk. Call me." I was confused. We've only been on one date, how can we need to talk already?! So I called him, and we chatted - he told me about this new job he's been applying for (and I'm thinking, this is what we needed to talk about?). Then Kyle says, "Well, I just wasn't sure if you would want to go out again, based on our conversation." Aw, that was so nice and thoughtful, perhaps overly thoughtful? I sort of stammered over my words, but thanked him and told him I was flattered and would love to go out again.

Phew, that was a bit odd, but ok great - we have a plan for dinner on Friday night. This is real date territory, as my roommate says, "you're giving out a friday night, this is big time." Kyle had come toward my neighborhood last time, so I offered to meet up closer to where he lives (in Virginia). He said no, he would prefer my neighborhood again. Fine, easier for me :)

We plan meet up at 8 on Friday, and he calls around 7:45 to tell me he's caught in traffic and will be about 20 minutes late, which I interpret as an hour. I know about traffic. Kyle also warns me that he's wearing high bottoms, so he hopes I'm not dressed too casually. I have no earthly idea what high bottoms are... nor did google or my friend Veronica* help me out at ALL. But I figured a sweater dress with flat boots was dressy-casual enough for any situation (except a club).

Right around 9:15 he arrives, and we meet up. To my chagrin, Kyle has no plan for dinner. Well it's my neighborhood, so I recommend that we head over to a wine bar nearby, but it's Friday night and the entire place is packed. Luckily we got a table, and then Kyle mentions that he's pretty full - maybe he'll just get an appetizer. Excuse me? I can't eat an expensive full plate of food while you're drinking wine and nibbling on an app! Maybe other ladies could do it, but not me. So we agree to get a bottle of wine and a cheese plate. I don't have very distinguished taste in wine, so I let him choose... 30 minutes later Kyle orders a red blend. Seriously. How can it take 30 minutes to select a wine? Another fun fact: this wine bar we went to, their cheese plates? Two slices of cheese. One for Kyle, and one for me.

At the end of the evening Kyle walked me home and I realized: dude is like 3 inches shorter than me. I'm not a tall girl (5'5" and no heels), so I expect dudes to be at least my height. That was the kicker- I can't be making out with a shorty. The combination of height, indecision, lack of planning, and leaving me hungry was too much. Eventually I sent him a 'thanks but I don't think we're a good match' message. Kyle responded that he had already found someone else.