My Pimp: The CIA Agent (Part Deux)

When we last left off, I had been just been set up on a blind date by an unlikely pimp-a hot CIA agent who I randomly met at a Career Fair and instantly fell for (I blame the black suit and disarming smile). I asked him out (sort of) . . . only to find out he was married. My consolation prize was a blind date with his best friend.

Here's what happened . . .

A few days after my humiliating faux date with Jason (the hot CIA agent), Alex (my consolation prize) called. He sounded relatively nice and normal on the phone so I agreed to meet him for lunch the following week. He told me he worked in finance as an ibanker and that his last girlfriend had broken up with him because he hadn't had time for her while finishing his MBA. He sounded nice on paper: Stable, successful, personable. Maybe meeting Jason wasn't a total loss after all . . .

D-Day

As I anxiously sat waiting for Alex to arrive, I realized I forgot to ask Jason what Alex looked like. It was such an obvious question but I just assumed that all Jason's friends must be hot because he was hot. I told Alex I'd be wearing a blue shirt so he could easily spot me. Stirring my straw, I kept looking around, wondering when I'd get to unwrap my gift. "Oooh, the tall guy with dark hair - could he be the one?" I thought, indulging my weakness for tall, dark-haired Eric Bana types.

Uh Oh

Just as I warming up to the idea of meeting "the ONE" on a blind date (it would make such a cute "how we first met" story), a short guy with red hair and glasses walked up to the table. "Um. Please. No." I thought to myself. Now, I realize studly redheads do exist, but as a woman, they just doesn't do anything for me. It was then that I realized my hot guy = hot guy friends theory was complete b.s. I wanted to kick myself for letting a complete stranger set me up. It was like I was getting bad karma for trying to flirt with a married man (even though I had no clue he was married when I met him). I'm sorry if this sounds sort of superficial but I was in my early 20s and let's face it - everyone was checking out the outside rather than the inside at that age. I tried to look friendly as he shook my hand which was a struggle (I have the worst poker face and people can usually read me by looking at my face).

As we sat talking, I tried to see if I had been to quick to judge even though I was feeling more of a brotherly rather than a boyfriend-y vibe from him. For the next 3 hours, I listened to him talk about work, his high school friends, and his life growing. His life as he described it would have made a great Lifetime movie. He grew up in a trailer park raised by a single mother, put himself through school on a scholarship, and went on to finish his MBA at USC. As much as I respected his achievements, I couldn't bring myself to create the chemistry I felt so naturally with Jason when we first met. Plus Alex really liked to talk. A lot. I kept waiting for him to stop talking so we could leave, but it was like the date that had no end in sight. Finally, (mercifully), the waiter came by with the check.

As we hugged and said our goodbyes, I realized that dating is like picking a lottery card. You won't have a chance to win if you don't play. And even though Alex and I weren't meant to be, I had learned something just from playing.

Blind Dating for Dummies

1. Pick your pimp carefully. Never EVER let a stranger (even a hot stranger) set you up on a blind date.

2. Screen the goods. Always ask to see a picture BEFORE the blind date (an absolute must). Never assume the other person knows what you like (even if they are hot and charming). In this case, I forgot to consider the source and his motives. Jason wanted to find a girlfriend for his best friend. He knew Alex's type, BUT, he never asked me what my type was.

3. Play nice. Always smile on the date-even if you're just being nice because the date WILL eventually end and you always want to be that fun sweet girl that got away.




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