Wish me luck...

Apparently I didn't need an online dating site to get a date.  I just needed my BFF's husband.  


Okay, maybe there was a bit more involved than that but that was the essentials.  


I am super excited!  And I'm super excited that I'm super excited!  When I was on POF I just really wanted to go on one date I was actually excited for.  Obviously that didn't happen.  To have a date (tonight!), one that I didn't have to arrange blindly (POF), and that is with a guy who is (already) interesting (extremely so) is all sorts of gravy on top.


He's tall (6'5"), dark (dark brown hair), handsome and Irish (from actual Ireland).  He pretty much had me at 6'5" but then he had me again at Irish.  I am a sucker for a tall guy.  I'm even more of a sucker for one with an accent.   It's not a heavy accent like the Lucky Charm's Leprechaun or the foreign exchange student on Glee but it is there, and super cute.  I'm hoping I don't geek out on him and make him repeat himself when he says something totally cute & Irish.  


Oh, and then he had me even more when I realized he had a huge bandage on his nose because he fell down (on his face!).  I can maybe teach this guy how to trip & fall with some grace next time.  Or at least with less injury.  I'm not sure if grace is the right word for being able to trip & fall without hurting yourself (much).


I'm not too worried about totally embarrassing myself tonight which, depending on how you look at it, is a good thing... I guess.  See I already did that, totally embarrassed myself on the night we met.  Jeremy & Karie hosted a work party for Jeremy and when there was only the 4 of us left we ended up played ping pong.  And by we played ping pong I mean Karie & Irish played.  Remember how I've mentioned I lack coordination for any kind of sport?  Part of the problem is my hand eye coordination.  It is severely lacking.  And by lacking I'm pretty sure it's non-existent.  I tried to play and after a few minutes of not hitting the ball (or even being anywhere close to hitting the ball) I gave up.  I was so bad I actually surprised myself by how bad I was.  It, of course, sent Karie into hysterics... which I pretty much was already in so there was snorting.  So really all I have to knock off my list is to fall down in front of him and to accidentally flick food on him.  I'm hoping to save some of that for another time though.


He's here in AZ for work and will eventually be going back to Ireland, which so far is the only real mark against him.  Which isn't too shabby considering by now I've usually got a pretty good list of things going against a guy.  So when I say I'm super excited I'm not sure the words super excited are accurate enough.


He's pretty funny.  Hilarious, even.  Like keep me on my toes sense of humor.  When I asked if he had any ideas on what to do for our date (via text, of course, the only proper way to communicate in the 21st century) his answer was this...
"How about dinner, drinks, balloon ride, a trip on a yacht, fireworks display... whatever you're up for but choose carefully because some things might take time to arrange."
I almost died from laughing.  My response was...
"Really with a list like that how does one choose?! Although you do know yachts are hard to find in AZ...  We could just run away together to Vegas and make it easier." 


So, yeah....excited.