I had internet date #1 on Sunday. We met at Starbucks for green tea (I know, how very Seattle is that?). He was a very nice guy and I enjoyed talking to him, but I didn’t catch a real “spark” vibe or anything like that. I wouldn’t object to going out with him again — he was perfectly polite & all that, but I have a feeling it probably won’t happen. At the end of it, he walked me to my car & shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me. No “let’s do this again sometime” or “I’ll call you” or any of that. And it’s been 2 days & I haven’t heard from him, so I’m writing it off. No biggie, he wasn’t really my type anyway.

Date #2 is on Thursday evening. It’s another guy named Scott, naturally. 🙂 It occurred to me that if I start dating this guy, it could potentially get very confusing. I’ll have to come up with nicknames for them or something. And the nicknames can’t be job related because they’re both developers (again, naturally). It reminded me though, back in college, we had a “Good Scott” and a “Bad Scott”. Bad Scott was this alcoholic jerk who somehow manipulated both my best friend & I into dating him (at different times), and tried to play us against each other to make us fight. We figured out the game pretty quickly & that’s how he became Bad Scott, or Ratboy (the 2 names are interchangeable). Good Scott was this beautiful boy with the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen, who sat behind me in French class & played with my hair (note to guys: this is a good way to make girls fall in love with you), and he occasionally went dancing with me & my friends on 80’s Retro Night. He drove a bitchin’ Camaro. It was green. I had the huuuugest crush on him, and he just thought of me as a buddy. Sigh. Story of my life…

Ok, back to my date. So this new Scott (hmm, new Scott & old Scott? No, that doesn’t work…) called me last night and we talked for about an hour & a half. It was one of the most fun phone conversations I’ve had in quite some time. So I’m optimistic, we’ll see. We’re going out for Indian food on Thursday night. I don’t know if Indian is the best cuisine choice for a first date, but I guess it makes for an easy (albeit gross) excuse if one of us wants to bail on the evening suddenly.

Hmm… Maybe Scott G. will have to become Boogie Scott since he’s always dancing. That seems appropriate. 🙂