Impromptu date with the Great Dane

Yesterday I had connected the Great Dane with a friend of mine as a networking favor, and when I heard he hadn't left the area yet (he's on a 3-week tour of the US with stops in 5 cities), I wrote to him, "I didn't realize you were still in the city! Had I known we could have met up for happy hour! Well, next time you're in the area, you have another person to show you around town." He wrote back immediately to say, "My flight isn't until tomorrow morning--want to do dinner tonight?" I know how some of you feel about last-minute dates, and although I would have liked a little more time to recover from a hot and humid day, this was my only chance to go out with this guy, so I did the best I could to freshen up quickly and I jumped at the chance. Since up until this point we had really mostly just done "networking," I wasn't sure it was an actual date, but I think it counts.

We met in midtown and after briefly meeting his friend with whom he was staying (who had to rush off to work), we headed downtown to a cozy little Thai restaurant. We ate and talked for a couple of hours (he paid), then walked around a bit so I could point out some things around town (my city knowledge is somewhat limited, but I've picked up a few things over the years). We ended up in this hidden little speakeasy-20's type bar that we never would have noticed if not for FourSquare. Lovely jazz band playing, cute bartenders wearing button-down shirts, striped pants, and suspenders. I playfully pointed out to Great Dane that he should be wearing suspenders. He added, "Yes, and a hat." "Yes! A fedora." I said, and swooned. Yes, I fluttered--I love a fedora on a man. He playfully said I should be wearing a dress with one of those low-scooped backs. "Oooh, sexy," I said. After enjoying a drink there and realizing it was nearly 1am (and he had to leave at 4am for a 6am flight), we decided to call it a night and I helped him find his train. I had been hoping for a little smooch, but instead I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Boo.

It was a very romantic evening. We were both oozing charm--eye contact with smiles, lots of closeness (walking so close together our arms were in constant contact, huddling close together under an umbrella and when we shared pictures on our phones or consulted a city map, little gentle touches here and there while talking). Maybe that's just how they are in Denmark and it didn't mean anything. But either way, nothing will likely come of it other than a friendship. He lives in Denmark. 'Nuff said. I had a fantastic time, though. That just seems to be my luck. *sigh*

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic