I Thought It Went Great

A tall, handsome, appropriate aged, working guy from OkCupid wanted to meet up for some coffee or tea at Starbucks. We'd been emailing and talking for a full week and neither of us really wanted to take too long trying to figure out if we were compatible.
I had somewhere to be and only had an hour to spare. He didn't want to wait another week to meet me in person. One hour was sufficient anyway to measure one another up.
One hour to see if we even slightly resembled our photos. One hour to see if there was any chemistry. One hour to see if we could carry on a conversation.

He was better looking in person. That was a very pleasant surprise.
We talked about our families.
He's the youngest of his siblings, I'm the eldest.
We talked about what our worst thoughts were about meeting.
He thought I might be mean, I thought he might be a freak.
We talked about our travels.
He, being ex-military, had some interesting stories, me simply being a gypsy spirit had some things to add.
We talked about our hobbies.
He does landscaping, I enjoy writing.
He made me laugh when he got up to use the bathroom and called me while waiting on line. The lady ahead of him was taking awhile so, he thought he'd find out how my date was going.
When I had to leave he asked to walk with me.

Our one hour meeting turned into a five hour date. The next few hours included listening to a book reading, meeting several of my friends, walking through Chinatown and dinner.
He behaved like a perfect gentleman, something I haven't had much experience with in the past few years. He held open doors for me, walked behind me on narrow sidewalks, poured my water, paid for dinner, helped me put on my sweater and even walked me to the train doors to say goodnight.
A man who gives up a seat on the subway to give a woman a hug and kiss goodnight is unheard of.
The evening ended with my call, like he asked, when I got home.
His last words to me were, "We'll talk tomorrow."

Two days later... I get an email.
"Had a nice time. Thank you. See, not a freak."
On his profile, new photos of himself.
Five days later... no new contact.
Apparently, he wasn't a freak.
Just an Ass!

What Defines a Date?

I went out with a guy the other night and we began talking about what defined a date.
Women, he said, had too many rules.
Women think a date needs to be a certain length of time spent together.
That a date needs to be declared. One person formally invites another to spend time together.
That a date is when the guy pays for dinner.
That a date usually has some intimate factor, such as "intimate" conversation or physical "intimacy".

Men figure, you meet up and it's a date.

I think when a woman is interested in a man romantically, it's a date.
When a woman is only interested in a man as a friend, it's "hanging out".

We aren't really all that complicated. We just don't want to fracture the fragile male ego so we make it sound very deep and thoughtful. We know that men stop listening when we do that.

How to Start?

I don't know where to start.

Which of my sad but true dating stories is worthy of being my very first blog entry?

Hmmmmm

Suggestions, please.