Jeffrey tapped out, Dave swooped in.

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Yes, that is exactly how I feel right now. Holy cow!

Jeffrey apologized up one side and down another and asked for a raincheck (lets be honest, no rain-checks here) but of course I said yes. He had some sort of emergency and opted to text me as opposed to ghost me. Kind of classy…

Dave texts me “Hi. I liked your profile and it sparked my interest. I know this is short notice but I am looking for a buddy o grab a drink with tonight. Have any interest? Dave

Well, yes, yes I do! I was already planning on going there so why not?

First, Vivian was busy with what can only be described as hell night. 40 top with screaming, rude-ass 4 year olds. OMG. Running through the restaurant, throwing food. Idiot parents.

I was stashed in the back and got poor service. But, whatever.

Apologies to my true Prince Fan, true surfer, true Ken doll – Sean. I love you but tonight was for sure a Ken Doll.

Dave is a brunette so it’s a bit different but his face, his mannerisms are all so much like on the set of a Barbie production. Not sure about any other parts. Sorry Dave…

Dave is a Chief Financial Officer of a major printing company. AAPR is one of his largest customers at 30 million pieces per drop. He talked about everything (everyyyyy0thinggggg) including day-trading oil futures. Yes, day-trading. I don’t know much but I do know that oil is ‘get it and forget it.’ Who day trades oil??? Dave. He also owns several pieces of real estate, rental properties, and is a massive gardener.

He is a surfer and his sweet spot is in the Outer-banks just following a hurricane. He explained barometric pressure, the curve of the wave looking like glass, the calmness. I wanted glass two of wine.

He was absolutely on an interview and squirmed, a lot. He didn’t stop talking and I’m not convinced he even breathed. He wanted to impress me with everything he knew. As a Masters grad from Loyola, guessing he did have something upstairs.

We were an hour in and he already had the next three dates planned. The Guiness Distillery, some comedy place, and a DC bar that he knew “I would love!”

Super nice. Complimented me. Asked questions. Very engaging. But, the service was so poor that I was yawning and just needed to wrap it up. He wanted to walk me home but I insisted we part at the restaurant. My body language told him handshake only, even for a Ken Doll. He politely accepted it and already texted.

Chivalry.