Dateless in Seattle. Pshh.

Slow, lazy morning, and Laurier hopping into my lap at every, bloody opportunity - it's like he's velcroed to my legs almost. The morning's afternoon now, and I'm not making any attempt to be productive.

So I think I'll regale my spellbound audience with a little story. (Well, they're either spellbound or on crack to be reading this... ;)

I, my dearest lovelies, had an actual date on Thursday.

Shut up. I meant it. Me, and a person of the XY persuasion and a date-like activity. Really. Yes, really. Don't even give me that.

We'd traded a few emails, and he mentioned he had tickets to an exhibition at the Seattle Art Museum, and who am I to turn down free culture? Last time I was there was with Dru, when some random tourist had given us her spare tickets and dragged her rambunctious children back to the hotel. Sorry, tangent.

Pingpong emails, compounded by my avoidance of the world on Wednesday (calling in dead is remarkably effective, I've notices), and by 4:30 Thursday I know what he's wearing, that he's 5'9" and wears glasses. I'm still in work clothes, but y'know? I don't care.

He's not 5'9". Sorry, nope. Liar, liar, pants on fire. 5'7", maybe. I'm wearing sneakers, and looking down. Nuh-uh. We head to the Art Museum and wander through the ancient Chinese exhibit, looking at cast bronze ceremonial masks and wow! weapons! So I sat and let my Kronos, Methos and Ramirez muses bitch about ancient weapons in the back of my head, staring at this 3000 year old bronze short sword. And the ge and another axe/halberd-like weapon whose name I forget because I didn't write it down. Still, just... oh, baby.

We were there for only an hour or so, didn't see any of the rest of the museum, and then headed through downtown. The Art Walk is when a number of the local galleries keep their doors open until almost 8, and lots of people were walking through them and checking out the art.

And, well, I wasn't really bored, but it's not my thing. I like drawing, and I love looking at the old stuff - the really old stuff, but that's more of a history fetish than any deep-seated appreciation for art. There were some interesting things, old map prints and some old erotic japanese art ;), but for the most part I felt myself wishing that Mom were there, she'd be enjoying and appreciating it more than I did.

And we chatted a little. He wasn't really ready to talk my ear off, and he wasn't using any of my little stories as jump-off points, so it was rather like pulling teeth. I'm perfectly willing to listen as well as tell my own life's story, but this was just... Urg.

And then we went back to the car and he took me home. 8:30, and no dinner. I'm not exactly happy with this behavior. I wasn't sure I wanted to invite him in for dinner or coffee: a) no food, and b) I'd just met him 3 hours before, so I would have liked to head for a bar or restaurant or something. Now, granted, I didn't mention that I was getting hungry or thirsty, but he just wasn't communicating there. But still, we'd been walking for three hours, he'd picked me up from work, and we hadn't had much of a chance to talk beyond. Crowded art galleries and Downtown Seattle streets aren't conducive to good conversation.

It wasn't an ideal date. Now, I've had worse (oh, god, have I had worse), but... Bleah. He gets a star for being nicely dressed and presentable, and another star for an interesting start- the Art Walk, but that's it. 2 stars out of 5.

And that's why I'm not giving any of these guys my homepage link.
(Well, that and the explicit guy-on-guy action, I suppose ;)