Well, McConaughey lacked the - um- "smoothness" of his namesake. Nice enough guy but every time he sort of "buddy-jabbed" me with Bud Light in hand to emphasize that he was kidding (for some reason, I could never tell when he was trying to be funny), I would flinch and think how Wine Guy might delicately swirl his glass of zinfadel, watching the colors and waiting patiently for a sip. Needless to say, the evening with McConaughey was cut short, mostly because I have been sick all week and was barely holding it together at the bar. But I was also working to hard to keep conversation going and I just didn't have it in me.
In all honesty, I would probably give McConaughey another shot. He seemed a bit nervous and, well, at least he was trying to be funny. He was very tall and I could tell he was warm in spirit, with friendly, sparkling eyes. The cute southern accent coupled with a successful career and a clear willingness to be a goofball also didn't hurt (he's part of the same sports league I am, but his "sport" is drunk skee-ball - not kidding).
But when I got home last night at the late hour of 8:45pm, slightly feverish and tipsy from two Stoli Orange and sodas (yum by the way, just don't order them in dive bars like I did. When the grouchy bartender asked me what kind of fruit I might want in a drink such as this, I said, "Um, I don't know...orange I guess?" He scowled at me and replied, "This ain't downtown lady. I guess I'll give you a lime." Nice customer service). Anyway, when I got home last night my first instinct was to write a blog entry. Instead, I picked up the phone and dialed Wine Guy who I knew was home. We talked for over two hours about subjects ranging from our most "iconic" childhood friends to detailed descriptions of sushi meals (how can you not like a guy who can gush enthusiastically about ahi?!).
By the time I hung up and got ready for bed, I finally felt like I had just concluded a terrific date.
Instead of feeling like I'm disregarding one of my primary Deal Breakers (see prior entry if you missed it), I keep thinking of a quote Wine Guy gave me: "You don't date to fall in love. You date to get to know someone better." So that's what I'm doing. How often do you meet someone you actually really want to get to know?!