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I had brunch with Mr. #2 (now reincarnated as Mr. #10) this morning. He initiated the plan; I'm still not 100% sure he thought it was a date, but I'm counting it. It met all my criteria for a date. I even wore makeup.

This guy is awesome: smart, hilarious, honest, steady, and comfortable in a wide range of conversational topics.  I was upfront and honest about my weird/ no-chemistry-having feeling after the last time we went out (which was in sharp contrast to our great vibes the first time we met through a friend), and he concurred. We also agreed that our energy today was much better.  So, dear readers, here is the question: Why do I still not want to kiss this guy? Should I give him one more chance? CAN men and women be friends?

Brunch was followed a few hours later by dinner with Mr. #11. (My fans know I'm not usually a fan of a meal on a first date, but I made an exception for my favorite pizza AND the chance to watch the Red Wings beat Philadelphia.)

This guy is so laid back he's practically horizontal.  He managed to be a good storyteller with a very flat affect, which I always find particularly endearing. He's from Michigan but lived for many years in San Francisco, so we were able to bond over the culture shock of leaving a coast.  Honesty is a priority for him, which I adore; he copped to a few unflattering facts, none of which were dealbreakers for me, incidentally.  I also managed to be honest (twice in one day, readers! Believe it!) and told him about my 52 dates project (and the blog).  He wasn't deterred, and asked me to go out again.

Onward...