My First Date

Pretty soon after I started dating again, I was set up on a blind date. Blind dates are great, don’t get me wrong, but it does present itself as a problem if you’re not immediately into the other person.

  

This blind date was my first date in two years. Yes, a first date was inevitable… but I wish that the person who set me up knew me better because they were so far off from who I am and who I want to be with.

First off, I’m tall. I’m a little over 5’8”, I love people, love hanging out and having a good time and I have stereotypical “creative person” tendencies… such as my style (outside of my desk job) is sometimes—most of the time hippie chic (think Anthropologie-like), I live in a colorful house and room that I’m constantly building, breaking down and remaking, everything that you can see in my house looks thoughtfully placed and put together, but behind closed doors, like my closet for example, is a mess. I keep my body in great shape, I eat healthy and I exercise… I would like for whoever I end up with to do the same. 

Anyways, one of the number one physical qualities that I’m looking for in a guy is height… I want to know that when I’m walking down a street with a guy… he’s protecting me instead of me protecting him. This for me is a must… he has to be at least one-two inches taller than I.

My first date, Devon, was extremely sweet. He was kind, courteous, very intelligent, a great conversationalist, but he was shorter than me, extremely type-A (close to OCD-like tendencies), lived by himself and didn’t really enjoy hanging with large groups of people. We talked for about two and a half hours, but when he asked to see me again, I kindly invited him to a group event the following week instead.

Since then, Devon and I have become good friends and continue to play each other in words with friends. I hope to set him up on a date in the near future.