Mr. Darcy

Finally, a decent date!  Mr. Darcy is originally from England.  Yes he still has his accent!  Mr. Darcy is by far the kindest person I've been on a date with lately (that isn't really saying much, but still).  He is very supportive & writes very long text messages.  They are full of proper English grammar-maybe that's the turn on?  He also uses the word "brilliant" in every day conversation.  What's not to like?

Our first date (yes I said first because we are going out again this weekend) was to First Fridays.  This is basically a huge art show in the Crossroads District.  We decided to meet early for drinks & food (in that order) before we perused the art.  

Guys, I hope you're taking notes because this is how it's done.  Here are some quotes from various text messages (please read in a proper British accent): "My bad.  I may have confused you.  Blame is all mine."  
"Please know that I'm very much looking forward to seeing you."  
"I'm a little ahead of schedule, but don't worry.  I found parking on 17th & Cherry.  Don't stress, but parking is at a premium.  If you find a spot, get it.  Please drive safely, don't speed & take your time."  
I could get used to someone this considerate.  Might it get boring at some point?  Maybe, but I'm definitely enjoying it so far.

Now back to the date.  He literally got the last available table at the bar.  We chatted for a couple hours-basically I just wanted to listen to him talk.  We checked out some art, made fun of some art & walked a ton.  He said that he would've bought me a memento of our date, but the one piece of art I wanted was $45,000 and that was "just a touch" out of his price range.  Definitely a highlight of the evening was when we were checking out art in this one "studio".  As we were touching the art (yes we could touch it!) he said, "I believe this is a dentistry."  Shut up!  "No really, I'm not pulling your leg.  I think it's a dentistry."  Sure enough!  We walk 2 more feet & there is a dentist's chair!  So I learned a new word & picked up some floss!  I'm glad I can finally blog about a good date, but the story isn't as good as the crappy ones.  For that I apologize.  Time of death: Alive & kicking (literally, because he plays football AKA soccer!)