Year of Yes: Date #2

I met The Writer online (of course, where else do I meet all of my dates???) and we seemed to have quite a bit in common. He's a writer. I can write. (I kid, I kid. I consider myself to be a writer. What do you think all this blogging is?!)

No, really, it was kind of strange. We both really like movies and music, but not exactly the same ones. Although we can get on board with each other's likes. It's not like his favorite movies are porn. He called me on Friday night and we talked for about an hour and a half, which surprised me. We made a date for Saturday.

We met at the wine bar at the Sienna, which was fantastic. I had a flight of wine, which was yummy, and my only complaint was that they didn't have any Spanish wines for me to choose from. But whatever. The Writer seemed extremely nervous. Like unbelievably so. I did my best to make him relax. Then of course, some drunk guy tries to but in on our conversation and start hitting on me. (Thanks drunk guy for making me seem so attractive!!!) He had already made reservations to Lexie's upstairs, which I thought was great and showed forethought, which most of my dates lack. In abundance. We had an amazing dinner. He walked me to my car. Asked that I call him when I got home to make sure I made it safe.

The Writer is normal. Out of this world normal.

If he asks, I will go out again. Looks like the Year of Yes is coming along!