She's wearing head to toe Lulu. Her hair is perfectly style: long, blond, and in cascading curls. Her make - up is freshly applied and looks impeccable. She strolls in with her Uggs, leather jacket, and designer purse. Clearly she is ready to make an impression and own the night. This girl looks good and she knows it. But.....it's a Sunday afternoon. And she's going to a yoga class! Only in Scottsdale. Did I mention that on this Sunday, for this yoga class, that girl was me?
Let's face it, dating is hard; especially in Scottsdale. This is what I have turned into! To be fair, I was headed to a yoga wall class followed by a restorative class - neither of which make me sweat buckets. AND, I did indeed have a date that night. The problem was my date was scheduled 45 minutes after I got home from yoga, and there was no way that would leave me enough time to shower, straighten my hair, do my make up, and get dressed. You might think that 45 minutes is enough, but trust me, it isn't. You haven't seen my hair. It takes my hair dresser 3 hours to cut and color. Anyway, I determined that the best course of action was to get ready for my date before I went to yoga and then use those 45 minutes after to touch my hair and makeup and get dressed. It seemed pretty practical to me.
Thankfully, my plan worked. I was able to look dazzling the moment my date rang my doorbell. If only he knew. The date went well. We went to sushi. Let me interrupt right here to say that I think sushi for a first date is cliche. In the 90's? Totally novel. Now? I go to sushi every weekend with my friends. Let's be creative here! Take me somewhere I wouldn't normally go. I'm not asking for Ruth Chris (although I can eat an insane amount of steak), just something a little out of the ordinary. I want to feel special. Anyway, back to the date. We chatted and laughed for two hours. I didn't know that the tempura shrimp had their tails on - so I ate an entire one, and then had to pick tail out of my throat. Beyond that though, the date went off without a hitch. He made reference to hanging out again multiple times - it really seemed like we clicked. He drove me home, opened my car door, and then hugged me. That's right, hugged me. Did I miss something? What happened to the men I normally meet in Scottsdale who are trying to come in my house with me at the end of the night? (Something I never do, BTW). The no kiss thing has really thrown me for a loop! And now I am here, blogging about it, unsure of it's meaning.
Hair and makeup perfect for yoga and sushi. This is what it is like to be single in Scottsdale.
