We had met on Craigslist. He had seen my post and responded. Oh, what did it say, you ask? I’ll paraphrase for you:
Searching for a tall, athletic lover of dark beer.
Yup…that’s about it. Sure I talked a little about being a trouble maker, ornery and of course delightful in every way, but you know it was all about the guy. I had learned my lesson from writing and reading other posts that went on and on about all the things girls loved to do and what they had experienced and how their heart had been broken and blah blah blah.
The lesson was to write a post like a job description: tell the reader exactly what I was looking for and let them come running. And be specific! If I had said tall but didn’t say how tall, all those shrimps (sorry shorties) under 5’10 would still think they could apply. The athletic part: I wasn’t looking for a body builder or a weight lifter. Been there, done that and let me tell you, those guys are whack jobs. I knew I wanted someone who understood the value of being healthy and active and also enjoyed sports. Nothing like that competitive nature in a guy to get the juices flowing.
Now I know you’re asking yourself, “What’s up with the dark beer?” Ã‚Â Well that was a theory I had been working on since college. When I tended bar, it was always the guys chugging the pitchers of Natural Light that while, a good time, also ended up working construction for their dads, building their beer belly as they went along. Not the future I had in mind for myself. The darker beer drinkers gave thought to their choices, developed a taste for something exceptional, had a few more brain cells still functioning. Sure, there are exceptions to every rule but I was satisfied in my research and persevered.
When Adonis answered my ad, his email said, “So you ferreted me out.”
Not the words dreams are made of, but unique nonetheless.
While I shoved the idea of small weaselly rodents out of my mind, I responded quickly. He had used a magic word in his email that was MY siren’s call: Guinness!
After a couple more emails and a couple of phone calls, I set our date. We were to meet at my store in downtown San Francisco, after closing. My girlfriend was with me, just in case I needed to ditch. You never know, right?
Adonis arrived wearing a crisp white linen shirt and jeans I care not to remember. I was, after all, a seller of high end, flatter your money maker jeans, and a bit of a snob. But HELLO TALL DRINK OF WATER. His email said he was 6’4″ but lordy, he was pushing 6’6″ and I was lovin’ every inch of him.
Well, that’s a stretch. He was blond. I didn’t have a good track record with blonds. And never found one that pushed my buttons. They were always a little too wimpy. But I had to give this tall lanky guy a shot. After all he had come all the way downtown, paid for parking and was expecting a date with a cute and ornery girl.
So off we went to Slim’s to see Slash’s Snake Pit. Yes, I took my craigslist date to see Slash. I had been on enough first dates that I just wanted to go have fun and take the pressure off of making this all about ‘making a connection.’
Repeatedly, my tall date would squat down to hear me or say something in my ear and time after time I would bark at him to stand up straight and I would stretch up on my toes to speak in his ear or to hear his comments.
Near the end of the show, Adonis bent down once again, to ask if he could buy me another beer and placed his hand at the small of my back.
And that’s when the fireworks went off.
An electrical charge ran up and down my spine, tingly my scalp and tickling my toes.Ã‚Â I did my best to keep my cool and it wasn’t long before we had walked to his car and he was driving me home.
While the evening did not end with a kiss, Adonis did leave an indelible mark. One that I still feel with his touch.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s workshop: A memorable date. And by the way, I still have that original email from Adonis!