Mr. Ireland, Date #1

I know I said I shouldn't have slept with Ireland, but he has been persistent in asking me out, so I figured "why not." Shortly after I get back to NYC from vacation, I get a text from Ireland asking when we can have dinner. Frankly, I always like to throw out the earliest possible date just so there's not much of a waiting game for either party. I respond, "tomorrow." Ireland texts back in an hour telling me he had made reservations for 6pm. Great.

After hearing stories that Ireland likes to treat his ladies right, I figure I should at least respect him by making some effort in my appearance. So I dress in black pants and a nice silk top, and curl my hair. It's the least I could do for the Irish. I show up at the restaurant in the Meatpacking District, and it's one of my favorites in NYC. Great choice. Mr. Ireland is looking nice and seems a little bit on the nervous side. We sit down and order, meanwhile catching each other up about our holidays. What I enjoy about Ireland is that he loves to laugh and he's always in a carpe diem mode. He really believes that life is too short and people should "have a laugh" whenever they can. Although I know I am not as attracted to him as I have been with the other guys, I still find him appealing and intriguing.

Throughout dinner, Ireland is very considerate towards me. He starts off dinner by saying, "This is your night, so order whatever you want and tell me whatever you need." He also consistently moves things out of my way, makes sure I get to taste everything, and even when I drop a piece of ice cream on my side of the table, he wipes it down because "I don't want your hair to accidentally fall into it." What I also like about Ireland is how much his friends care about him. For Christmas, his friend's girlfriend bought him a flat screen TV. Throughout the night, his friends and texting him to see how things are going. His roommate had already told Ireland's mom about me the night after we met. We could all use a support system like that.

After dinner, Ireland helps me put on my coat and we head to a nearby bar as he holds my hand. I still don't feel butterflies but I like being in his company. It's kind of confusing. We sit down for a few drinks and laughs. I'm wondering if he expects us to have sex tonight. We do reminisce about the night we had sex 4 times and me not remembering any of it. Ireland says he would like to refresh my memory, I get a little nervous. But, alas, he is a gentleman and tells me he has to go to his friend's bar and I have already made plans for my gay bestie at our favorite bar. As we part ways, Ireland gives me a nice hug and peck on my lips.

I am thoroughly enjoying the moment but can't help but think about my date with Sporting Goods tomorrow.