Date #2 with The Indian Guy With An American Name

If you recall, my first date with The Indian Guy With An American Name was on December 11th. So yes, about 2 months have gone by since I last saw him. I had left that date unsure of what I was thinking but willing to go out again if the interest was there on his end.

The interest was there. He was away for the holidays in California I think and then for one reason or another we didn't end up meeting up. He did make an effort and contact me every once in awhile to see when we could get together. We finally found a date that worked for both of us. He was willing to come towards where I lived again which was nice. Especially since I didn't know how I was feeling and that whole thing of always feeling like I make the effort to go where the guy is is still bothering me, so I was glad he was going to come towards my area.

We met up at this sort of fast food Indian restaurant. I was a little surprised by the restaurant he chose (I don't think he'd been there before either) since it didnt feel like a second date kinda place and it made me wonder if he really was questioning me too. Or maybe he didn't know it was a fast food place. Anyway I was totally expecting the grab/kiss thing he did last time but managed to avoid it by the way I said hi. We sat down to have dinner and converstion was casual and flowed without too many silences (someone should give me an award for being able to make small talk! then again, unfortunately, i've had too much practice at this.) I was a little distracted during our conversation by the fact that one of his shirt buttons was unbuttoned :) Silly I know but my eyes kept going right to it! (The funny things you remember from a date). Anyway as we sat there, I realized that we really don't have a lot to talk about / in common. I ened up asking him questions from the first time we met and acted as if I didn't already know the answers. It became apparent to me that this really wasn't going to go anywhere...at least it didn't feel like it. He started telling me about how he's looking to buy a house and almost put an offer on one not too far from where we were - and described the indoor swimming pool this place had and the house overall - it sounded amazing. I just sat there thinking wow, I am meeting all of these super successful guys and yet nothing. No chemistry. No connection. Nothing in common. I would much rather be with someone less successful whom I had something in common with. I really am trying hard to keep an open mind but I really wonder if a guy raised in India & I will ever be a match?

Dinner was over and the waitress literally took another 30 minutes to come over with the check. I knew it wasn't a good sign on my end when I kept looking over my shoulder subconsciously hoping the waitress would get the point and come by with the check. I finally told Indian Guy with an American Name that it was getting late and I knew he had about an hour's drive home (even though it was only like 9pm!). We asked for the check and this time I couldn't avoid the hug/kiss thing. It was sweet actually.

We parted and each headed our own way, probably never to cross paths again...