Him: 23, just finished 1st year of law school, dirty blonde hair, gorgeous smile

After some short message strings back and forth, we decided to meet for drinks last night.  I chose a slightly hipster outfit, complete with my riding boots, since we were just going to a laidback beer bar.  He was wearing some dark wash jeans and a polo shirt with initials on it.  Later on, I asked him what it stood for, and he informed me they were his initials, to which I said it looks just like the font they use for equestrian embroidering, and he turned around to show me the large polo horse on the back… fratty much?  Anyways, to top off his outfit, he was wearing sillybands.  If you don’t know what these are, don’t worry, they’re all the rage with what I thought was children, but I’ve been seeing young adults wearing them too now.  I don’t get it.  I do have 3 sitting at home, but they were given to me from 5 year olds… he had bought his.  Anyways, he didn’t necessarily lose points for that, but it most certainly didn’t add any.  Conversation turned out being really good.  He has a pretty sweet internship for the summer, working in the entertainment industry.  He likened it to what Ari’s firm in Entourage does, though “nowhere near as glamorous”.  What I appreciated was that he at least feigned interest when I was talking about my job, and asked me questions rather than just talking about himself… which is what’s happened in the past.  We were at an outside table, and I had noticed them cleaning the tables up and bringing them in one by one, then all of the sudden we were the only ones still there.  I didn’t want to be that annoying people that they have to ask to leave, so I made the first move and stood up.  We walked to the corner, and I had honestly planned on going home since it was late(ish) and I was drunk(ish).  We kind of stood around talking, then he leaned down to kiss me, which turned into about a minute of kissing, then he asked if I wanted to go to another bar.  Hmmm, why not?  Since I had learned he had been president of his frat at USC, I decided he would love J & I’s dirty, frat bar.  He held my hand on the walk over, which I thought was sweet, and the doorman motioned me to walk right in when I got there.  It’s sad and nice that they ALL know J & me.  Anyways, OTW was HAPPENING last night.  It was packed full of men (don’t worry, J, from what I saw, they weren’t that cute, but maybe we should start trying Thursdays…) and really crowded.  I didn’t mind.  I saw the cute bartender, as well as our other favorite one, and stepped up to get two drinks.  

H: Long time, no see. What’ll it be?

Me: 2 bud lights

H: Draft or bottle?

Me: Draft

H: *…reaches for a pitcher, turns around, and says* Come on, you know you want a pitcher. *starts filling it up while he’s saying that*

Hahaha, I really do love that bar.  I hand him my card (the least I could do was buy the $8 pitcher since he’d bought all 3 rounds at the other place), and he goes “you ride horses?!  Hey K (cute bartender), did you know she rides horses?”  to which K goes “oh I’m suuuuure she rides horses”… well, I’m doing a pretty shitty job of describing the scenario, but the long and the short of it is that my frat boy was probably like “wtf? How much does this girl come here?”  Anyways, we had the pitcher, then he walked me home and we did a little more making out on the porch step.  He asked if we could do something Saturday, so I guess I have date #2 lined up.  Besides my initial impression, as well as some of himself on paper, it ended up being a great night, and he’s so nice and cute.  I’m really hoping he’s looking for this to actually go somewhere, and not just to hook up.  I’ll feel it out on Saturday…