Joe Ho Hum

After a month long hiatus, I went on a date last night with Joe.  On paper, Joe and I seemed really compatible, wanting the same things, enjoying a lot of the same things, but in real life, not so much.  There was no spark, the date wasn’t even really fun.  Joe Ho Hum
 

When we were trying to figure out a place to meet, I offered to head to Fremont/Wallingford since he said he lived near there.  I suggested a few great places like Smash, Browsers, Perche No.. but instead, he suggested that we meet at Julia’s in Capitol Hill.  I wasn’t terribly excited about Julia’s, having only been to the one in Wallingford for breakfast a few times, and underwhelmed with it at that.  I thought it was a really strange choice, but went along with it anyway.  What’s weird is that he spent a lot of the night talking crud about Capitol Hill, which I understand since he hasn’t ventured beyond Broadway, but I couldn’t figure out why he suggested this location that he obviously didn’t enjoy. 

I had gotten my hair straightened earlier that day and emailed him to let him know that he wasn’t looking for a girl with curly hair.  When he arrived, he asked why it was straight and I explained.  Then he just said flatly, “I wouldn’t have recognized you”.  No – “it looks nice”, no “wow, so different!”, nothing.  Just flat.  Well, Joe, I don’t like your hair either.

There were a lot of awkward pauses, and I was filling them, but I was earnestly trying to not interview him.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t really contributing to the conversation unless I asked him questions.  That said, he’s an interesting person; he has started a consulting company, does web design, had a wine publication for a few years.   We talked about wine for a while but when I asked for recommendations he only suggested 99 or 100 point wines, he doesn’t think there are any cheaper wines that are decent.  If that’s the result of being educated and sophisticated, I’m blissful in my ten-dollar-a-bottle ignorance.

Overall, there wasn’t anything glaringly wrong, but there wasn’t anything right either.  We were both a little bored and the night ended.  The best part of the night was when we ordered fried avocados that you dip in this yummy aioli.  They were deee-licious.  I called them “Fat three ways”.  He didn’t laugh. 

Morale of the story: If you go to Julias, order the Avocado Wedges.