What I liked about Savat is that he called me on Monday and left a voicemail suggesting three places we could go and two times, with the final decision left up to me for my comfort. I don't think I've ever had a guy properly call with a pre-made list of places to go.
The list included an intimate wine and dessert place, a sports bar and a hole in the wall known for its tattooed staff and great cheeseburgers. I, of course, chose the sports bar. I didn't realize the mistake I made in setting up yet another situation where the guy could watch the game instead of talking to me until the day of our date.
When Savat joined me at the bar, he smelled of cologne. He was cute; he was dark skinned with a short black hair and a small scar that ran along his upper lip. He wore a green, checkered Ralph Lauren button down and dark-wash jeans. I wore a royal purple button down that was buttoned below the breast and allowed a white cami to show through and dark-wash jeans. I laughed when I saw the polo horse embroidered on his shirt matched my purple. We matched.
We matched in a lot of ways. We both spend a lot of time at the same coast. We knew of the same restaurants and the same tourist traps. We both have elderly grandmothers who have massive farms in the Carolinas. We live practically on top of each other. He lives two streets away in the building across the street from Christopher. We're both of the same denomination. And we both have worked in pizza places.
"So you're a Clemson man," I asked.
"What was your major?"
"It's a marketing focus," he explained.
"And you graduated from there?" I probed. I was going somewhere with this.
"I sure did."
"Well your profile says you have an Associates degree." ZING!
His face dropped. "It does?"
He chuckled nervously, "I must have checked the wrong box! I told you I went to both GA Southern and Clemson. Neither have 2-year programs."
He continued laughing, clearly mortified. "Oh, man. My friends are going to think that is so funny. Have you just been waiting all night to ask me that?"
"Nope. Ever since we started communicating." I grinned. "My next question was going to be, 'How's the refrigerator repair biz going?"
He cracked up.
"Is your unmarked white van out back?" I continued, thoroughly pleased with myself.
"My sister is going to love this story," he chuckled.
The other highlight of the date was when I asked him what he did for fun.
"I scuba dive and snorkel. What about you?"
"Oh, I also enjoy out-of-town activities that can't be proved in this bar," I quipped.
He laughed again. "Like digging for gold and hang gliding?"
"Actually it's base jumping," I corrected.
I had a nice time. I'm not sure if a spark was there, but he said he would call next week to set up another time for us to get together.