Date 11: On the Wagon

My long dry spell ended with my date Saturday night with Wendy. Overall, I had a great time but I just don't see this going anywhere beyond friendship.

Wendy and I met in January and have been friendly since then. We would see each other almost weekly through mutual job-related training, and would talk during breaks and sometimes briefly after work.

D11-Wendy: Wendy is a lot of fun to talk to. She is well-traveled, smart, and has lots of energy. Wendy works in the fitness industry, so she is in great shape and is very healthy. Wendy is about 5'6", thin, with medium-length dirty blond hair and blue eyes.

When we talked on the phone on Friday Wendy said that she would like to watch some of the NCAA basketball games, and asked if I wanted to meet at Buffalo Billiards. I agreed, but was a little confused because I knew she didn't drink. When Saturday rolled around I decided it was just too nice out to be holed up in that dank basement bar, so I suggested we meet up a little earlier and take a motorcycle ride. I picked up Wendy at her apartment and we headed out.

We rode on the bike for about an hour then stopped at a bar to watch the UCONN game and have a bite to eat. After the game it was getting cold out so we dropped my bike off at my house and grabbed my car. It was at this point that the night became a little awkward. I was having fun with Wendy, but I really wasn't sure what else to do that night. Normally I would suggest we go out and grab a drink and talk, but I wasn't comfortable asking her to go to a bar. I didn't know if she was on the wagon and being at a bar was tempting or distracting to her. But I also didn't want to just hang out at my house, there's really nothing to do there.

Eventually we decided to go to The Rock and Roll Hotel to see a few bands play. Neither of us had been there before but we had both heard good things about the joint. It was definitely strange inside, but it was crowded and the bands were entertaining (though equally as strange as the venue), so we had a lot of fun.

By 12:30 I was starting to get a little tired but I wasn't sure how to end the night. We had been with each other since five in the afternoon and I was ready to head home. This is normally the point where I would ask the girl if she wanted to come to my place for a drink, but that wouldn't have made any sense since Wendy didn't drink.

This brings up another point; I wasn't all that interested in hooking up with Wendy. I am not sure why, but I am not physically attracted to her. I feel somewhat bad saying that because she's a great person and I liked spending time with her. Actually, I would like to continue to spend time with her, but I don't want to date her.

Here's the really ironic part, if I didn't like Wendy so much I probably would have tried to bring her home the other night. If it was some random girl that was annoying and I knew I would never call her again I would have slept with her simply because it's been a few weeks. Even more ironic is that some chick on my last blog, DC Lawyer, criticized me for treating women like "objects that you...conquer and throw away." You could certainly make a case that I have done that in the past on occasion, but I wouldn't say that's my modus operandi.

We finally left the bar and I drove Wendy home. When we got to her house we kissed each other good night and that was it.

As a side note, it will probably be years before "DC Lawyer" has sex again. In the back of her mind, every time she meets a guy, she will wonder if it's me getting ready to conquer and thrown her away.