Ladies, you will empathize.
Sometimes, you get lucky. You show up to a date. Expectation: Poor woman's Hugh Jackman. Reality: Frankenstein's better looking cousin. Last week, I had two back to back dates scheduled (overcompensating in light of the Mr. V situation) with two educated and interesting men. Now, hold the phone. I look upon the two Gods and something that hasn't happened in a very, very long time occurred.
I, Ms. Thousand Dates, got nervous. And what's more - I liked it. I cannot tell a lie, audience. Let's be frank. It was because Doug and Thomas are HOT. TO. TROT. Perfect heights. Fit. Beautiful faces. I had extreme moments of shallow gawking during the date. In my head I think - stop staring at his perfect eyes. lips. chest. shoulders. arms. Man behavior alert.
But in the end, Thomas won. Optimistic, sweet, straightforward; a reader, lover of DC Happy Hours, and an avid traveler, he reminded me faintly of Mr. V; giving me hope that in that vast world out there, the shadow of what we dream for can be reflected in that initial mirror of another human being. And the reflection ain't too shabby, girls!
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