Let me start at the beginning. Last week I went to drinks with a coworker to catch up on life. The minute we got into the bar, I noticed not only was there a plethora of good looking men, which as most girls can attest to, can be rather rare in SF, but there happened to be a Kellan Lutz look alike. If you are unsure of who that is, for all you non twilight junkies, the boy basically looked spot on to the picture on your right...yes, gorgeous. As we sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, his very drunk coworker stumbled over to talk to my friend and I. He wanted to know who of his coworkers we thought were good looking, gesturing towards one of the men who was definitely missing his two front teeth. We politely said we were sure that they were very nice guys, then turned back to our martinis. At this point, he brought all of his coworkers over, including the KL look alike. He and I started talking, and after finding we had quite a few things in common, he asked for my number. After he left I was pretty sure not only would I not hear from him, not because he was hot, but because I kind of gave a terrified look when he told me his age, which was significantly younger than me. So it was much to my surprise and delight when he called me the following night to set up a date for Sunday night. I knew I had a friends brunch on Sunday and would be doing a small bit of day drinking, but since this was going to be my first date "back in the game" after my most recent break up, I figured I couldn't turn it down, and that a few drinks might actually help loosen up my nerves.Sunday rolled around and my friends and I headed out to the said birthday party at a bar. I vowed only to have a few drinks and be home by 4pm. I made this statement to all my friends, who basically at that point said "challenge accepted". My guy friends vowed that their new goal was to see how tanked I could get, before going on my date, as only your best guy friends will do. I think they presumed it would be blog material gold. As I some how got roped into birthday fireball shots through out the day, one of my guy friends really encouraged me to cancel on my date. He felt like it was probably in my best interest NOT to go on this date. I of course, kept claiming I was fine, and that if I cancelled last minute, I might never get to see what it was like to be with a vampire from twilight. Next thing I knew, it was 6pm. I was feeling warm and tipsy, and had to book it home to freshen up for my date. I haphazardly pulled on a dress, and tried to touch up my makeup and try my best to not look like I had been day drinking for six straight hours (which was a challenge in of itself) and ran out. I got to our meeting place, which was closed, so we decided to go else where. We got drinks at a wine bar, where I rambled on an on about whatever happened to come to my mind. He happened to mention that one of his brothers was gay and in turn, I launched into all my favorite most inappropriate stories I have had in the castro and else where with my gay guy friends. I asked if I may have seen his brother at the Folsom street fair, which he seemed not amused by. Next, we decided to go for dinner. On our way to dinner, we passed my apt where I kept saying "wave at my building!!" Once we got there, the drunk munchies set in, and I decided to order literally three different items off the menu. I believe at one point, I even picked food off of his plate. We then some how got on the conversation of 80s movies. Upon hearing he had not seen almost any of my favorite's (probably because he was almost born in the 90's....) I frantically decided to wave down our waitress like an air traffic controller just to ask if she had seen any of them. Then told her she should sit down and have some of my sweet potato fries. At that point, I decided to show him all the incredibly embarrassing texts my guy friends kept sending me about me being drunk and on a date. After dinner was done, and I had managed to tell my fair share of embarrassing information, we left the restaurant. He gave me a quick hug good bye, probably to avoid the unmistakeable stench of whiskey and made the pleasantries of saying we should do it again sometime. I wanted to send him a text after to clear things up, but after contemplating it, I wasn't sure what is worse; him thinking I'm a few sandwich's short of a picnic, or him knowing I showed up hammered on our first date. Needless to say ladies, that boy is still very much single, and probably scarred from our date.
