I guess there’s not much to say about the Polite Italian Boy. Again, not really my type, but again, not enough that that should eliminate him from consideration.

It was fine. He was polite and held the door for me (I don’t much care about chivalry one way or another, but for whatever reason, I appreciate the door thing) and conversation was ok. It was actually picking up towards the end of the pseudo-date, when he had to leave for some other thing. (Of course, he could have just made this up to have an easy out.)

I don’t know. If he asked me out again, I’d go and give it a chance. But if he didn’t, I wouldn’t care. Joe gave me the excellent advice to just go and pretend that it’s not awkward. This sounds dumb, but it actually worked. I was fine and I could tell he was kind of uncomfortable/nervous. I think my confidence may have freaked him out.

Now it’s already 3:00 and the day is sucking. I had my phone interview, but right before it, I got hit with 2 emergencies and a panicked phone call from my boss, so that definitely affected my tone and such I’m sure. Plus the conversation lasted all of ten minutes, and while I felt I gave decent answers, it was still just ten minutes. I felt like I didn’t learn anything about the job and that she didn’t learn anything about me. Blah.

You know what? Dating is, so far, about as much fun as job interviewing.