I'm Going to Be Nice, I Promise

So, the Pinball Champ called Sunday to say he's looking forward to our date tonight, AND if I didn't have any other suggestions, he thought we'd hang out on the UES and he could show me his 'hood. This is funny because it means the boy is thinking ahead to the end of the evening. Does this count as a "move" of some sort?? We shall see.

One thing I've really embraced about this whole NYC dating project is the opportunity to just chill the fuck out and let someone else make the plans for once. It's been fun to check out new restaurants and bars in different parts of town that I normally don't visit - and since I rarely force myself to take a backseat in any sort of decision-making, it's been good practice for a time when I (gasp) might have to actually compromise with someone whose opinion I'm supposed to consider.

Plus, when I consider what else is out there, I realize it's in my best interest to date a nice guy if I'm lucky enough to find one. Case in point: last night while enjoying a few rounds of bar trivia amidst a group of brainiac trivia players/fellow Montauk house sharers, I got a text from my Montauk BF that said hello, followed by a call asking me to call back as soon as I got the message. This makes sense given that yesterday was Tuesday after Memorial Day, and his out-of-town GF probably had left Montauk the day before. Good lord, that boy is the worst. Isn't phone sex so, like, 90's or something? The last time he called latenight and, after introductory pleasantries, asked me what I was wearing, I said, "Um, a stretched-out, stained Reagan High School powerlifting t-shirt from about 1999. You?" That's right, I'll show him sexy!

By the by, did you know that La Paz, Bolivia is the world's capital city at the highest altitude? And Notre Dame claims the most NFL Hall of Famers? Someone in our group last night actually knew both of those. I was a worthless addition to the group, but was reassured that "the intangibles" I contributed made all the difference, since they won first place. Go Team Vandalay!

So, tonight's date night with the Pinball Champ and I'm going to be agreeable. Nice, even. If he holds my hand, I won't sneer. If he says something nice, I'll smile and say thank you. Normal people do it all the time, right? How hard can it be? But wish me luck, anyway. I'll need that, and about two glasses of wine.