My dad went on three dates last weekend. With two women! He's a quite a stud that guy. Now the secret is out, where I get my sweet dating skills from. Really though, good for him. He's single and has been for quiiite some time. He's a very independent guy, lived on his own for a while after the divorce, does his own thing, on his own time. I would say he's pretty content with the status quo, but he has mentioned how it might be nice to have someone to do things with. You know, a lady-friend. I can't say I blame him. Although one of the dates isn't going to probably have a second meeting, the other one, apparently went quite well. My dad's pretty quiet about these "type of things," not wanting to talk too much about it all, in case of jinxing it. But it seems like drinks at two bars on Saturday, followed by a walk together on Sunday have things seeming off to a promising start.
And lest this turn into a blog about my father's dating escapades, maybe I should touch upon my date from this past weekend. Which I guess I didn't mention ahead of time? Well, it was good. Really good. I haven't had a good date, with a good guy, in, well… in a longlong time. We all know how this dud turned out, and since then there hasn't been much to report in the dating department.
But Friday was very good! I'm totally my father's daughter here, not wanting to say too much, not wanting to jinx anything. But let's just say, I haven't laughed so much on a date in quite a long time (and maybe drank quite so many martinis, but that's besides the point). What a very nice guy he is too. Very down to earth, intelligent, attractive, witty and sarcastic (which earn him ultra bonus points right there), and genuine. I just get that vibe from him, which is good in light of recent events. All in all, I'd rate this one an 8... pushing a 9/10. Not bad, eh?