HotPants Milestone #2

So, after the best date of my life a month ago, comes the best breakup of my life.  Yes, Oz and I mutually decided to call it quits.  It just wasn't working.  The funny thing is, he started the serious conversation, but I had to spit it out for him.  In the end, we were laughing and joking like it was our first date all over again.  It was even in one of the same bars, near the Lindbergh Station.  

It was amazing to me how nervous he was about the whole entire thing and I had known all week that this was coming.  He was amazed at my prescience.  I just know these things; I have had plenty of experience.  He thought that I was going to throw a beer in his face and run out saying how I hated him.  I reminded him that I exuded maturity (his words, not mine).  It was even more enjoyable to turn the tables when the waitress brought the check.  I took the check and said, "Thanks for breaking up with me.  Let me buy you a beer."  All he could do was laugh and tell me how impressive it was.  This, after I told him how easy I had made it on him and wasn't I always thinking of him?

We agreed to be friends, although it is still TBD what exactly that means or looks like.  I told him there had to be definition and explanation of expectations.  I like this bloke.  A lot.  As a person.  Not just like only a boyfriend.  I want to be friends with him.  

And so, my life as it has been at the Lindbergh Station.  Seeing him waiting for the train as mine passes by and feeling my heart skip a beat, an instant smile on my face.  Waiting for our trains together in the morning and kissing him goodbye.  Meeting him for the first time nearby at Taco Mac for dinner, then going next door to play pool and getting a pool lesson.... and how many times did we drive there together, park and walk to the train?  Such good, positive memories....I am happy.  Happy with a breakup.  Who knew it could be this good?

Milestone: First HotPants Date

So.  HotPants.  My first Atlanta dating adventure occurred on Tuesday evening.  Eight and a half hours later, I declared it an Epic First Date.  As you can imagine, EFD is a rare designation in the land of dating.  Especially for me. 

Have I mentioned I do not have a car? MARTA is my mane mode of transportation, and I admit I was a little embarrassed to tell my date this.  We agreed to meet at the Lindbergh MARTA station, then after the date he would drive me to the ghetto-tel (ghetto-hotel, get it?! ha ha).  I packed my work bag with well, work, because I thought we would probably just have dinner and a drink, check each other out, ask each other awkward questions, self-conciously share stories about our crazy families and then go home.  Wrong.

This is the short version: Dinner at Taco Mac, we played pool next door while quiz night was underway, Fado and a drive around the Midtown/Buckhead area, some other place and then he dropped me off at the hotel.

The cute version: Dinner at Taco Mac, he taught me how to play pool and he totally loved my smack talk (even though I have no idea how to play pool), then he drove me around to sight-see and show me where he lived, we had a drink at Fado where he told me he thought I was pretty great, then we went to some little place and sat outside, he ordered food too because I think he knew I could be a little bit of a light-weight, we talked and talked and then he told me he thought I was pretty and finally he took me home around 2:30am and gave me a big hug after telling me we had to hang out again when he got back into town on Sunday.  I told him to call me if he got bored over the next few days at home.  At 3am, I got a phone call and he said, "Um, I guess I got bored..." So cute.  Then we talked for almost another hour.  

So, obviously, the date was awesome.  I had a chance to check out some of the places around town.  My handsome date, whom we will call...Oz...told me that this whole section of Buckhead used to be just clubs and more clubs.  Then, the powers that were in Buckhead decided that they wanted to change the scene there, so they tore it all down and now they are sort of trying to build the Streets of Buckhead.  Sadly, all it is right now is about 5 cranes and some half built stuff.  Apparently it has been in this condition for about the last 3 years or so. And now it's just a dead, no man's land.  It totally sounded like something that would happen in Cincinnati.  And that is not a compliment. 

Buckhead, you need to get your act together on this one.