Lightning Struck, So Where's the Electricity?

Last night was my second date with that gentleman from the train (See, Lightning Srikes Again). We agreed to meet at one of my fav Thai restaurants in Soho, Peep. I walked in the door and he was sitting at the bar. Can we say YUCK? It's official I don't like him! I feel bad. I came to the realization that there was no chemistry whatsoever the second we embraced in a hug. His face lit up when he saw me and mine, well let's just say that I had to do my best not to turn around and run out the door in my 3 inch heels.

Don't get me wrong he's a nice guy but, he just doesn't do it for me. As the the hostess led the way to the table I was more excited to order my meal than engage in conversation with him. I quickly put in my order for a glass of chardonnay (I needed to be buzzed to proceed with my Academy award winning performance - I can't let him know that I'm not into him).

After placing our appetizer and drink order, he told me that he had a gift for me. Keep in mind the lighting was dim, so it was easy for my eyes to play tricks on me. He reached into his briefcase and took out a light teal bag with a black bow. Yes ladies, I was thinking he went there! "OMG OMG OMG, this lunatic bought me something from Tiffany's?" LOL, yes I was definitely freaking out. I had to refocus my eyes to realize that I became excited for a Duane Reade gift bag (I think I may need to get another eye exam very soon). I open the white tissue paper and am greeted by the Sex & The City DVD. I was thoroughly excited because SATC is one of my fav shows. How thoughtful - but wait, it wasn't even the right one! I wanted the extended version and he bought me the regular version. I guess I should have been grateful right? Wrong! I was fuming inside! In my mind I'm like "I wonder if it would be rude to ask him to exchange this version for the extended version". I thought some more and said "That's like getting proposed to and asking your significant other to get you a platinum diamond engagement ring as opposed to the white gold diamond he's just put on your finger."

I smiled as if the date was ending and said "Aww, thanks! This was very sweet of you." He looked at me like he was waiting for something in return. His eyes focused on my lips. I took that as my cue to kiss him on the cheek before he tried his luck at kissing me on the lips (that was so not going to happen).

The drinks come (thank God for inebriation) and the date continued. The conversation flowed and we exchanged personal experiences about love, relationships & shared interests. The main course came and I thoroughly enjoyed my meal. As the date continued I sat across from him analyzing, scrutinizing and ripping him apart. I realized that I was thoroughly distracted by his goofiness. He seems a bit unsure of himself. The tone of his voice was annoying the hell out of me. I felt like ordering a glass of testosterone for him to guzzle down. He wasn't man enough for me.

We left the restaurant and made our way to the train station, final destination, Queens. We made it safely to my car and I dropped him off at his place. We engaged in more conversation and time flew by. Before I knew it, it's minutes to 10:30 and I'm getting restless. Here it is.... The awkward moment, the dead silence. Its time for him to get the f*ck out of my car, but he lingered there. He looked at my lips, I looked at his his. I go in, and give him a kiss.... on the cheek! I know he wanted to taste my lips, but my lips didn't want to be tasted by his, so I didn't allow it. The way he ogled me I expected him to start salivating. He made me feel like he was staring at a steak dinner and he hadn't eaten all day. Ewww!

He left my car and I made it home in about 10 minutes. The last thought on my mind for the night was "I wonder if they still have the extended version of SATC at FYE". Needless to say lightning may have struck, but it didn't shock me into love. Can't wait for the next thunderstorm!