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The Baby...

I heard from The Baby today.

The Baby is a young man I met at work. Nice enough guy...he's 29...new to the radio game...and tall and lanky like I like 'em. He showed up at our studios because he was caught in the throes of his format's contract negotiations. When I saw him, I was kinda speechless. Not because he was cute -- he was -- but because I NEVER see other chocolate faces at my job.

The conversation we had was one part interesting, one part amusing, but completely charming. Even though my interest in him was purely professional, we exchanged numbers. See, in addition to working as a radio engineer, he also has the inside track to this weekly show I like. For me, that was it.

We exchanged a few texts, but nothing major. Then, one day he said that we should hang out. Since I'm always down for an adventure, I accepted. We ended up spending the day at the beach. We had a good time, but there were some definite red flags for me...

For one, he didn't tip at the restaurant. Even though I frown upon that, I probably would've given him a pass until he asked, "Uh, am I supposed to tip?" Dude, you're almost 30 years old asking questions like that?

Next, he got a little too happy at Happy Hour. After lunch, we went to a bar for Happy Hour. While I like to drink as much as the next person, I don't like getting sloppy on a first date -- or with strangers. Unfortunately, The Baby didn't get this memo. He sampled every drink on the menu...and followed that with two shots of Patron.

Which leads me to my final point...

He hasn't been out of the 'hood long enough for me. When he was fully sauced up, he started talking about how it was important for him to "make it" for, "the homies who ain't here no more." What do you say to that? While I understood his point, I was at a loss for words on a first date. I was kinda like, "Uh, well...okay." To say that was an awkward moment would be an understatement.

When I finally took him home -- yeah, he's car-less, too -- I reflected on the date. Yes, we had fun because he's smart, funny, and quite ambitious. And it was nice to be out with a cutie. Most importantly, it felt nice to be desired.

But his lack of experience in social settings bothered me. He's a diamond in the rough...one who'll need a LOT of polishing. Basically, a project. And after I got through making him a man, I know he'll march his manly self off to the next chick. And I just don't have the time or energy to invest in him right now.

Still, he called. And wants to hang out again. Should I tell him that while he's a sweetheart, I don't have time to polish his rough edges? Or should I throw caution to the wind and enjoy the moment?

Stay tuned...

Comments

Oh honey. You're in for it. I'm going to blog about you next!
ninavstheworld.blogspot.com
Let's just say. You still have time to put the car in reverse and floor it!
MackDiva said…
Well...I think I'll just have to take my chances. Go for it!

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