Still not talking about you-know-who.

My dating life has taken an interesting turn as of late. Due to a recent weekend with my girl cousins (I seriously have the best family EVER), I consumed what had to have been bucketfuls of Coors Light and brazenly gave a boy my number, written on the back of my business card.

I don’t really know why I did it (OK yeah, I do. It was the Coors Light. And he was obviously into me. Flattery. It will get you everywhere). I wasn’t all that interested in him. He’s good-looking, but not in the traditional Oh My God I Must Fuck You Now way that BE is (DANGIT I didn’t even go two paragraphs without mentioning him. GET OUT OF MY BRAIN, BE). He’s more non-traditionally attractive, one of those guys that wears plaid shirts and dark jeans with his low-top sneakers and listens to Velvet Underground and owns a Macbook and drives an old Volvo because he really doesn’t give two shits about his method of transportation.

Not to be TOO specific, or anything . . .

Anyhoodsterpoot, I kinda forgot all about it, so I was surprised to hear from him on Tuesday. He wanted to take me to a movie on Thursday, but when he found out about my wide open social calendar (I’m awesome), he bumped it to Wednesday.

Our phone conversation was awkward at first, because he hadn’t really thought about what he was going to say, and I wasn’t expecting to hear from him, so we were both acting a tad strange.

Despite that, I was looking forward to our “date” (OH MY GOD A REAL, ACTUAL DATE. ONE THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE DRUNKEN SEX).

(Not that there’s anything WRONG with drunken sex. Because there TOTALLY ISN’T.)

By the way, I’m calling him New York, because that is where he has lived for the past ten years. Just FYI.

So I did what any self-respecting single woman would do. I Google Stalked him. And I found out some very interesting tidbits of information about him.

New York? Was in this movie. Which I have not seen, so I don’t know how big his actual part was. I know you’re going to go try to figure out which cast member he is. Don’t even lie. I’ll give you a hint: he’s not “uncredited.”

He has his own IMDb page. HOW FREAKING SWEET IS THAT?

I resisted the urge to ask him, “Oh my God, so do you like, KNOW Michael Cera?!?!?” because that would automatically deduct 27 cool points from my repertoire. And I just can’t be thowin’ away cool points like that.

And also, I don’t want him to know I Google Stalked him. Because not only would that deduct cool points, it would ADD crazy points.

So, the date. We went to see the new Bond movie, which was better than I expected it to be. Conversation flowed much more easily than it had over the phone, which was good. I didn’t feel awkward around him like I thought I might. He’s reserved, which is not what I’m used to, so I thought I’d have to do most of the talking (which I totally do anyway). Surprisingly, he had a lot to contribute. He’s smart, cultured, well-read. Well-mannered and considerate. His house was clean and charming.

And we totally made out on his couch like teenagers for like twenty minutes.

Which was nice. Different. But mostly in a good way.

He didn’t try to get me into bed, which was refreshing. I give the date a solid eight out of ten.

I did feel attraction to him (obvi, or else I wouldn’t have macked on him), but I’m not feeling the big fireworks. Yet. Although, when I got a text yesterday I was surprised at my disappointment that it wasn’t him.

So I texted him post-drinks/appetizers/trivia with my mom to tell him I’d had a good time, and to thank him.

A couple hours passed, and he texted me back.

“Same here. What are you up to?”

We went back and forth for a few minutes and we ended up watching the GT vs. Miami game (side note: GO JACKETS) at a local pub, then going back to his place for a nightcap.

More mackage.

It was better this time, but I think the overall conversation/vibe was better on our date the night before. I ended up being far too sleepy to drive home, so I slept on his couch, and again, he did not try to bed me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can be a sex FIEND. But I’m not making the same mistake I made with BE . . . getting intimate far too early.

It’s a nice change of pace to be around someone cerebral. Someone with a good vocabulary who can carry on a decent conversation. But I’m going to keep things ultra-casual, as I’m pretty sure he’s going to go stir crazy before long and go back to New York, as the town I live in is not conducive to his preferred lifestyle.

And I’ve totally gotta refrain from asking him if Michael Cera is as funny in person as he is on screen. Seriously, that kid has comedic timing out the yin yang.

In other LRC news, things that are keeping me occupied right now: The Office season two and Project Runway season one (they have seriously changed the logistics of that show for the better since its pilot season. For realski.) from Netflix, and two books on their way to my mailbox, including The Forbidden Book That Makes Me Hate Myself Just A Little For Buying, But Not Really Because Don’t Judge Me For My Choice Of Reading Material, You Negative Nancy. Who has time for boys with all that awesomeness? TELL ME. WHO?