Date #2: Orthopedic Surgeon

Ok ladies listen up. I had some hope with this one. Seriously I did…at the time. This is the second date I went on. Apparently he was studying to be an Orthopedic surgeon, so I nicknamed him “Orthopedic Surgeon”. Seemed fitting since he was extremely motivated. He came out strong, texted a lot on Tinder, and then asked for my number. He messaged me a lot and asked me questions and I mean paragraphs of every detail of his day. At first I thought it was flattering but over time I became super overwhelming. It felt like it was an interview at times, but if you know me I was willing to keep up. Some topics were about football, or how he wanted me to be a 49ers fan, and his fascination with his medical practice. I did some digging. I found out he was a frat guy…suprise surprise. Also, keep in mind he is 23 and living in the smallest college town. Okay, after typing this out, I should have never gone on a date with him, LOL, but you live, and you learn. I mean come on Janae, you were 19 when I saw him, like is his age preference 19? Just something I was thinking about today. 

We originally planned for dinner, but he was really interesting (AT THE TIME), and I was honestly excited. I explained to him that something came up and we compromised  ice cream the next night. The date was set and I was ready

The night came, and I was nervous. I think I wore jeans, a bodysuit, and a heavier jacket. It was winter… and we were getting ice cream. Thinking about it now, I remember freezing my ass. Seriously, once my tongue touched that ice cream, I couldn’t get rid of goosebumps until I got back home.  Around 7 pm, he picked me up from my apartment. He greeted me with a big smile and acted really casual towards one another and the conversations came easy. While driving, we talked about the days leading up to the date, and he expressed that he was so ecstatic to be working at the Ortho center in town. Now that the car light was on I could see him very clearly. Personally I didn’t think he looked like his profile. And a lot of those pictures are from highschool and early college years. Yeah, that one's on me.Great personality,  I'll give him that, at least. I wouldn't say I liked his haircut or his style very much and he was more “cute” than “handsome” but hey some girls like that. Before you say anything, his personality was amazing…. He wanted us to try a weird flavor and then rate it, that was cute and creative. We sat down and talked for hours. Again, his personality was important and that is why I went on a second date with him a week after. 

You're probably wondering why I let him go,  even though we talked until the store closed. You have to understand: I have a good time anytime. I get along with almost everyone, so matching his energy was beyond easy for me. He dropped me back off at my apartment and texted me saying how fun it was and how we could have talked all night if they didn’t kick us out, but bottom line his elite conversation skills couldn’t make up for his lack of attraction for me. I really do wish him all the best and I hope he gets the girl he deserves, but I had 25 more dates to go and I couldn’t mess around. 

After the date, I felt okay about it—I don't know the word for the feeling. I was happy to meet him, but a little voice inside questioned the whole thing. Unsure, maybe? I ultimately pushed the feeling off to the side and decided to give the surgeon another shot. And I  gotta tell you the second date was out of a movie. Literally.