Meeting People: Catch Up

I never wrote about Mr. New Orleans. He was one off the guys I met via the personal ad. He was 40, but I gave it a chance, because this is time for me to see what's out there, right? We met at the Continental Club on a Sunday night for drinks. There was live music, and it was nice. We talked about moving around, food industry stuff, and life in general. Finally on drink three I am dying for a cigarette, and we both go outside. He is a non-smoker though, so I am surprised when he asks to see my lighter so that he can light a joint there, behind the club, which faces a street with people on it. Honestly, marijuana doesn't bother me. Smoking it in a very public place does. ESPECIALLY when I'm not even given the courtesy of a check to make sure it's cool. So much for that one. It was a little weird to hang out like that with someone only slightly younger than my father.

Mr. M is the guy I went out with on Thursday. He is very attractive, very funny, nice and well traveled. We talked for a bit after Lauren and Kyle left, but there was no spark. I didn't feel like we could have gone on talking for hours and hours. So I guess I had nothing to feel bad about.