I've been on two dates now with PDA guy (and I'm not talking Blackberry, if you know what I mean, wink wink, nudge nudge). He's different than anyone I've ever dated before; I'm not quite sure what to make of him. He paid for dinner both times, even though I offered several times to split it. When I leave the table, and then when I sit back down again, he does that half-standing thing. Do you know what I'm talking about? I never knew it existed in real life; I've only ever seen it in movies.
When I first met him a week ago, I walked in and saw him standing by the bar. I introduced myself, and scoping out the chair situation, saw two empty stools next to one with a bag on it; his, I presumed. I walked to an empty stool next to the bag, and he followed me there. Oh, sorry, I said, thinking that that must have been where he was sitting. I turned and walked to the next empty chair. He followed me there too, at which point I turned around and walked back to the first chair. This awkward dance went on for an uncomfortably long time, until I was flustered, slightly annoyed, and just wanting someone to sit the heck down, already. I only realized much later in retrospect that he was probably just trying to pull my chair out for me. But, I ask you, how was I to know?
Chivalry takes some getting used to, but I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing. So, he sounds really great so far, right? But there is one thing, though. One tiny little fly in the ointment. He's...the V-word.
Vegetarian. It's not that I have anything against vegetarians; they're perfectly lovely people. I just have no idea how to act around them. I find myself stressing over decisions like, is it ok to order a hamburger? If I order a hamburger, is it ok to ask for it rare? Should I get tofu when I really want chicken? Will he judge me??? Or I find myself saying things like, "Ok, so you know when you're eating a hot dog, and...oh, wait, no, of course not." For instance, not even five minutes after he told me he was a vegetarian, not even five minutes later, I found myself having this conversation:
"Oh, so you live in the South End? That's one area of Boston that I really never get to, but I'd like to sometime."
"Yeah, it's nice, I like it."
"I hear there's some really good restaurants there."
"Oh yeah, definitely."
"Like, um, The Butcher Shop? I hear that's really good." At this point I notice he's making a sort of strange face, and yet I forge ahead in confusion, as his face keeps getting stranger and harder to read. "Oh, I mean, I just heard...that it's...good...Is it...not...good? I mean, I've never been I just...OHHH...right..."
"Right, well it's just that it's more...you know...meat-based."
"Right! Of course! Ha." And then I excused myself to rinse my mouth out after having gracefully extracted my foot from it. He started to half-stand up too. "Oh, do you have to go, too? I mean...oh. Right. Um, thanks?"
For some reason he still seems to like me. We'll see.