My Twenty First date

The last time I saw this guy was about eight years ago. I used to carpool to school with his younger brother (who I am still friends with and knows about this blog so I can't go into great detail) and his mom made him drive us and the rest of the carpool to school. He was not pleased. I have had him as a friend on facebook for a few years because we "know of" each other and have many common friends. Randomly one day he wrote me a message on facebook. He asked how I was and what I had been up to for the last 8 years. We exchanged a few emails back and forth and I told him that if he wants we can meet up to catch up. Over the last 8 years, he went to four years of Med school and was currently in the middle of his third (out of 5) year of residency to become an Obstetrician/gynecologist, yes, that is a vagina doctor. What a difference it is to go on a date with an educated, successful proffessional. There was no coffee, no bubble tea, etc. We met in the lobby of his condo and walked to a nice Italian restaurant around the corner. We shared grilled calamari, some wine and I got my favorite dish (pasta with tomato sauce and goat cheese) and he got fish. It was delicious! The conversation was great and we were having such a great time that we decided to go to another place to get dessert. We shared a huge crepe with ice cream and strawberries and chocolate sauce and whipping cream! After dessert I went up to see his place. I only felt comfortable to do this because I technically already knew him, and his family and was friends with his brother so it felt okay. He had a really nice place but I began to notice that everything was strategically placed, there was zero clutter and every picture hung perfectly on the wall. It was almost OCD how perfect everything was. I asked him about it. He said that the meanest thing anyone could ever do to him would be to move a picture in his condo and not tell him which one it was so he wouldn;t know which one to fix. I laughed and told him that it was a bad idea to tell a girl about his achillies heel on a first date! He gave me a kiss goodnight and I went home. Over the next few days we exchanged messages on our blackberrys (bbms). Now please don't get me wrong... I am a smart girl. English is my first language and I have a Masters degree and still, I needed a dictionary just to understand some of his text messages!!! I told him that the exuberance of his verbosity was far too copious for my diminutive comprehension... He laughed but I wasn't joking!!!

His schedule is insanely busy but we met up again a few days later. We went to a movie and then grabbed a coffee and then at midnight I talked him into going to Mcdonalds! We had so much fun! It felt like high school! The only thing missing was the chemistry. I tried to force it. I gave myself pep talks that come to think of it sounded like my mothers voice inside my head... "But he comes from a wonderful family and he will make a great husband and father, sex fades anyways, don't let this one go". Screw that! I can find both! (Gulp, at least I hope I can).

After that date the messages got less flirtatious and less frequent. I know I stopped putting in the effort and I think he could feel it. He will still message once in a while but I don't think we will be able to more then friends... I hope I am not being a moron cause he is a great guy... Sorry mom, no Jewish doctor for you!!!

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