You know how there's always that one guy that you think 
"Nah, this will never work," but secretly you know if it did work - this could be someone really special? Well. I had gotten a message from Allen,* but I was on the verge of not responding because he lives out in Front Royal. bad sign. That's far out, people, even if he is super cute. But my friend Rebecca was visiting (and helping me decide whom to write back to), and she recognized him as a friend of a friend (good sign)... and insisted that I message him back. So we exchanged a couple of messages, and finally he mentioned he would be in town to visit friends and we set up an afternoon brunch date. He was already drinking a bloody mary when I walked in... we ate some delicious brunch at Martin's Tavern, although he complained about his eggs not being fully cooked. (bad sign) We got coffee afterwards, and I ran an errand (seriously, it was necessary). good sign. Then I was on my way to my roomie's birthday dinner - all gal pals. Allen really wanted to come. good sign. By this time, we'd been chatting and flirting for about 5 hours, so I told him we should probably put a boundary around the date and say goodnight. bad move, Penny?
"Nah, this will never work," but secretly you know if it did work - this could be someone really special? Well. I had gotten a message from Allen,* but I was on the verge of not responding because he lives out in Front Royal. bad sign. That's far out, people, even if he is super cute. But my friend Rebecca was visiting (and helping me decide whom to write back to), and she recognized him as a friend of a friend (good sign)... and insisted that I message him back. So we exchanged a couple of messages, and finally he mentioned he would be in town to visit friends and we set up an afternoon brunch date. He was already drinking a bloody mary when I walked in... we ate some delicious brunch at Martin's Tavern, although he complained about his eggs not being fully cooked. (bad sign) We got coffee afterwards, and I ran an errand (seriously, it was necessary). good sign. Then I was on my way to my roomie's birthday dinner - all gal pals. Allen really wanted to come. good sign. By this time, we'd been chatting and flirting for about 5 hours, so I told him we should probably put a boundary around the date and say goodnight. bad move, Penny?We exchanged some texts, and I mentioned I'd be out in Front Royal for a birthday party in a couple of weeks. Allen said, "Great, but I can drive over and take you out on a week night, if you like." good sign.
Date # 2, Allen has driven in from Front Royal to take me salsa dancing. good sign. We went to Lima restaurant in Macpherson square, ate dinner and drank mojitos. At one point I mentioned one of the appetizers was 'amazing, like a party in my mouth.' Allen said, "Am I invited?" um, no. He also asked me if my hips lie. twice. Guys, why must you be so cheesy? bad sign. Well, Allen was a bit tuckered out from his drive and said he'd rather go to a movie than dance, so we went to see Haywire. It was terrible. But not so terrible that we didn't cuddle up during and a little bit afterwards. good sign.
Then I mentioned that I'm going to be on a pretty rigorous work/travel schedule over the next 6 months. I know, bad sign. But Allen says, "Oh wow, well maybe we can be penpals." illegible sign! So we talked a little more, and he said, "Well, I think we should definitely keep hanging out until you leave." good sign (which made the last sign a bit more intelligible?). We said goodnight, and Allen had already told me he was into a pretty rough week for work, so I knew not to expect to hear much from him that week.
By Saturday, I was in Front Royal for a birthday party, and I still hadn't heard a word. bad sign? Maybe not? That day, he sent me a text that said something like, "Super busy, project is due today, wish me luck." Sure, I wished him luck. I also silently wished he would be free to go on another date... but that's the last I've heard from Allen. Bummer.
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