asian dentist

date five of the week has me getting a little more tired. i pick a local bar so that i don't have to go far before rushing back home to a work conference call with india later in the evening. i'm not extremely excited about this date in the lead-up, which i suppose is why i have booked a conference call on the same night for an early escape if necessary. the reason i'm not too interested is mostly in his communication - kind of weird text messages and slightly awkward phone calls make me think...hmmmm. and internets, i'm ashamed to admit it, but the hint of his accent is not a turn on.

so we meet, have some tasty beers and a little snack at a place up the street. asian dentist is extremely nice...but just that, nice. we have some music and movie interests in common, and the nearly two hours pass relatively quickly. again though... not enough sarcasm! maybe i can chalk this up to nerves (and in that case do i chalk the others up to nerves as well?) or i'm sure my humor is just SO intimidating, they are afraid to spar with me. ok, that's not it. maybe... they just aren't funny. ugh - i hope this isn't it, so i will probably give the guy another chance if he calls. and here comes my moral crisis - he pays (really just on that first date do i request it), he has a good job, he may even own a home here, but am i attracted to him? no bells were rung. as cathy would say, ack! what's a girl to do? evidently, i just want too much. what gets cut from the short list?

my friend wants me to nickname him small fry, but i don't know enough about him to er...saddle him with that name.