Pictures aren't always what they seem...

So yesterday I finally had my date with C. I don't think I'm going to pursue another.

I don't care what people say about how judging people on looks is shallow. I guess it is, but there has to be attraction there to make it work, right? I guess over time, if someone sticks around long enough, and you're the only two involved then outlooks may change. But as the saying goes: There are plenty of fish in the sea.

Since that is true, then I'll keep looking.

Of course, looks aren't the only thing that attract me to a woman, but they sure do help a lot for the first, second, third dates. It's not to say that C was unattractive, just not the type that appeals to me. I think it was more of her facial features, and her voice.

Her voice is a bit lower than most women I speak with. Not manly low, but.... low. Not really one that I would want whispering in my ear as we cuddle in bed. Definitely not one that I'd like to have yell at me.

So I met up with C. We went to a little hole in the wall place for dinner called Produce Row.

They have this killer House Special sandwich. Their version of the Philly Cheese Steak. Almost like a garbage grinder, but better. They also had a bunch of brews on tap that were featured at the Oregon Brew Fest from last weekend. Great stuff. I had the House Special with a few Cream Ale's. If you live or venture to Portland, go there. You won't be disappointed.

So onto C's looks. It may be mean to say, but she looked her age. I wonder if I look 30, but she definitely looks 30. Wasn't quite like her picture on her personal profile, with the doe eye look, pouty lip and little shoulder length hair cut. Little hint of clevage, and the promise of "athletic" body type. Sounds good, right?

Until I saw her. Her lips weren't too pouty, her hair was dyed mixed blond and brown, her cover-up was pretty caked on, her bust was beginning to fall. Kind of looked like she has had a rough life.

We spoke throughout dinner, a few awkward pauses here and there. Found out she works in a law firm as a legal assistant, just moved up here a few months ago from Marin, California (affluent, right?), has moved to Austin, Texas and back, loves the weather up here.

Too bad I want to move to San Diego in a few years...

We spent about 2.5 hours talking, then decided to call it a night. I think I did most of the talking... that could also be why the dinner ended sooner than later. Oh well, good food in my stomache and another $40 gone from my pockets.

I gave her a hug and called it a night... I was even the gentleman and walked her to her car, as she had parked a couple blocks from the tavern.

After I left her... the first call I made was to LF (I was slightly buzzed, wanted a booty call). But she had been out with her sister. LF actually went to a psychic show that night, Sylvia Brown. LF told me that she actually had her number called for a personal reading too, and that Sylvia had told her to pursue medicine as a profession. With LF doing Personal Training, I guess that falls into "medicine". Psychics... so general, but sometimes they can surprise you.

LF mentioned that she almost asked about her future with me (bad bad sign...)... but decided it'd be better to ask for something for herself... I echoed that thought. Unlucky for me, LF was still out, on her way back home and wouldn't be back for an hour. At that time, I was 5 minutes from my house heading home. I knew that if I went home, I wouldn't leave again.

So I went home... drank some more and played Warcraft. Such is the life of a bachelor, at least some things are constant.