"Fador"able

“Fador”able

So first off, “Fador”able has a sexy profile. He claims to be one of the only musicians in Los Angeles that supports himself on his music, that he usually only dates beautiful women, and that he doesn’t have a lot of time in his life for love…A challenge! Perfect.
So I wink at him
For those who don’t know, There is an man in my life who would describe himself in a very similar way and no matter how rude, degrading or arrogant he appears I still swoon when I hear his name. I will discuss this gem in a later post, but for now, understand that because of him I am constantly looking to conquer the arrogant hipster!
But, back to “Fador”able. No response, no response, and then…
A week later he writes me, blah blah blah “you seem like a sweet girl”
Silly boy,
A month later I get another email from him apologizing for taking so long, that he had been a few weird dates and was hesitant to go on another. But then asked if I would be his last date on Match.com
I was kind of bitter he didn’t choose me to be his first date.
Who the hell were these other girls, what did they look like?
But I also loved the idea of wowing him into wishing he had started with me. So I accepted.
First date, he takes me down town to the art walk to go see some exclusive comedy show in an old warehouse. I couldn’t ask for a cooler date!
We head in, names on the list, then up a weird elevator to a sweet private party with a casual open bar and hilariously raunchy comedy. The place was so hipsters I couldn’t get over it. Folding chairs, Christmas lights, sloppy Jewish comedians, and free Heinekens, I think I fell in love with him right there!
After the show we sat on the fire escape, (romantic right?) and talked about stupid dates and what we did in life. Fascinating guy, but I started to sense he was an uber nerd in his early years. I was hoping to impress a snobby elitist, charm the pants off a guy that was too sexy for girls like me, not a guys who was a nerdy engineer turned musician who gets off on picking up girls who would have spat in his face in high school.
The challenge was dwindling and so I ended the date early.
He walked me to my car, I think he went in for a kiss, I did the obligatory first date cheek and called it a night.
There was something exciting in the air, did I like him? Or did I just like the idea of him? I agreed to a second date. We’ll see where this goes…