Before I begin, yesterday's Travel Tuesday answer was the Australian Outback! Most specifically, the first picture was of the Olgas, a rock formation near Uluru. About 4 hours away from Alice Springs, which is technically where the signs were. Zeus was the first to guess Australia, and Red was the first to guess Alice Springs. Irish guessed right, too, but I think she cheated, 'cuz she's seen the scrapbook. :)
So here's what you've been waiting for, folks. The date update.
It started out badly. I'm lucky he was even there when I arrived.
HH - "I thought we said 8:15?"
Me - "Um, no, you said 9:15"
HH - "I did? Are you sure?"
Me - "Well, that's what I thought you said."
So he waited for me. Well, in typical male fashion, he walked across the street and got some beer to drink while he waited. But he waited.
After much apologizing, we went to get drinks. I taught him all about marguaritas, and then wowed him with my knowledge of two Hungarian words. "Hello" and "How are you?" I really do think he was impressed.
*(inserting cute anectode) He was reading the drink menu, and saw the words "chilled glass" and wanted to know why they served "child" glasses. ha ha.
We talked about lots of things. I found out he's an engineer assistant when he's home, and he got 5 months of unpaid leave to come to the US. It seems he's not a big soccer fan, because the Hungarian team isn't all that good. He has an older brother and a niece, whom he spoils. He likes to swim (duh, he's a lifeguard) and row on the Danube River.
He is meeting a friend in NY after his lifeguard days end, and they're driving to California. I was invited to go. I explained that it would take forever to drive to California. If I go. I fly. He was like "great! you can meet us there." ha.
I've got to say, I've never been out with a man who wanted to know more about me than talk about himself. He paid attention. He remembered things that I'd mentioned casually months ago. He was really polite - I'm used to opening doors for myself, and once he nearly ran to get ahead of me so he could open the door for me. That was really nice.
And now for the info you've all been on the edge of your seats for. Sadly, there was no Plan A. (Damn). I mean, yes, I asked him out, but to lean over a car seat awkwardly for a kiss unless he makes a move is a little too forward for me. I would've needed a lot more tequilla.
However, twice he indicated that he might like to get together again. He wanted me to show him my song lyrics (which he said he'd read with his dictionary handy. ha) and he also wanted to see my photographs. I gave him my card with my phone number on it, so we'll see.
Here's the thing - I don't know how people do this "casual" dating thing. I've never been able to date anyone "casually" - good or bad. My feelings get all tangled up with the hormones and then who do you think pays for it? Example: This weekend at the pool, there was this Asian chick who kept swimming up to talk with him and I got jealous. Seriously, that's ridiculous.
But there it is. The recap. I'll keep you appraised of any developments.