Date #2: Why Do The Good Girls Always Want The Bad Boys?

Okay, let me first admit that I really messed up this week. I can make up a bunch of excuses, and some of them are quite valid- like, I was busy working, and hanging out with a new group of awesome friends (courtesy of my most recent ex, IS (who I will always refer to by initials)- I hate to say that I "stole" his friends, but let’s be honest, I kinda did), having horrible migraines, and basically completely putting my 52 First Dates project on the backburner.

Fast forward to Thursday afternoon, and I'm calling Joe, having a mini-freak out session because it's a day till the weekend and I still had NO date lined up. I have plenty of prospects, of course, but I had been so "busy" that I hadn't thought to network or ask any of these prospects if they wanted to go out this weekend. Well, that wasn't true- I had talked to AK, a cute guy that I met on New Year’s Eve, but he had to work all weekend. So there I was, a day before the weekend without date number 2.

Joe told me to calm down and ask one of my most recent prospects, BT, if he'd want to go out during the weekend. I happened to see BT on Thursday night, but I completely chickened out (even though we had a lot of fun together) and then, next thing you know, it was Friday and I still had NO date. Oh noes!

Finally, Friday morning at work, I knew I would have to resort to one of my backups. So, I texted my "backup" date, DF, and asked him if he'd like to go and see a movie on Saturday. He seemed thrilled and then added, "Let's make it dinner AND a movie."

First, let me give you a bit of a back story on DF. He and I have been friends since high school, though we have never been in a relationship. We've always kept in touch and have gone on several dates throughout the years...dinner and movies, lunch, etc. DF is complete gentlemen and probably one of the nicest guys I know. He's mature, has a great relationship with God, works full time and makes good money, is in the process of buying his own house, and is basically Mr. Perfect.

So I’m sure you’re wondering why I haven’t snagged him up yet, and why, instead he has been dubbed as a “backup date.”

I’ve been wondering the same thing, really. But more on that later.

Anyway, DF was super excited about our date on Saturday and told me so various times throughout the day on Friday. Saturday started off with me going on the Wine Walk (a wine tasting event held downtown once a month), and after stopping at 20 places and chugging wine, I was incredibly drunk and unable to go anywhere, let alone on a date in two hours. I texted DF again and explained my inebriated situation, and- per his kind and understanding nature- he told me he'd be fine postponing the date until Sunday, and even offered to come and pick me up from downtown, if I needed a ride. At one point, I showed one of my friend's a sweet text DF had sent me and yelled (in the middle of the packed gay bar, mind you), "He's so perfect! Why do I end up dating douches, and not nice guys like him?"

Sunday arrived and I luckily had no hangover. DF (ever the gentleman) drove over to my house and picked me up so we could have dinner. We went to sushi, because apparently, everyone in Reno loves sushi, and I'm no exception. Dinner was nice- we talked about random things, like the fact that his ex-girlfriend (a mutual friend of ours) was eloping that very day, our goals for 2010, and then, worst of all, DF's subtle hints that he liked me.

"I'm really shy when it comes to asking people out," he said at least twice. "Even if I really like a girl, I might not ask her out, because I'm so shy."

"Oh."

I think he was waiting for me to say, "You should just tell her!”, “Oh, DF…I like you too!” or something similar- I mean, I went through this same thing- him liking me, not having the courage to ask me out, and constantly hinting about it- for three years with one of my exes. But, first of all, I'm planning to date 50 other guys this year. And second of all, DF is too good for me.

Not in that way- don't worry, I'm not one of those girls with low self-esteem. But DF is too GOOD for me. He's too pure, too sweet, too innocent, almost. Not saying that I'm some wanton slut, but...well, for example, DF and I started talking about his ex-girlfriend (who was also his only girlfriend), and he was saying the relationship had gone too far physically, because they made out a few times.

Uh?

And I know that sounds petty, and it's obviously not just that, but sometimes, I feel like DF and I are on other planets. His moral standards are different from mine, and that would probably present some problems should we ever date.

On the other hand, maybe a guy like DF is just what I need. I like to take things slow, so DF would do me one better and wouldn't take things anywhere at all- unless until we were married. On paper, he's the ideal guy- kind, sweet, smart, religious, mature, driven, etc. He's the perfect guy.

He's TOO perfect. Maybe that's the thing.

Anyway, after dinner, we went to the movies and saw Sherlock Holmes, which was amazing. I'm kinda…a little bit...okay, totally...in love with Robert Downey Jr. I wonder if he's free for a date?

DF took me home and hugged me goodnight, and I went inside, futilely wondering yet again, why can't I just fall for a guy like him? Is there something wrong with me? Do I only fall for douche bags? Am I more attracted to the guy that clearly has issues and I'll have a crazy, rollercoaster relationship with? Why can't I date the sweet guy who will take me to church on Sunday, and then to dinner afterwards?

Ugh. Well, the main reason for these 52 dates is to see if I find someone perfect for me- someone I'm compatible with and could fall in love with at some point. I guess I could fall in love with DF, and maybe after 15 more dates or something, I'll realize how good I could have it with someone as good as him.

Until then, 50 more dates to go...