There were tears during date number two with Match1.

Yes, I made him cry. I don’t even remember what I said, but it must have been brutal.

Brutally hilarious!

We had dinner at Cold Beer and Cheeseburgers last week. (Yes, that’s how behind I am.) We talked about favorite foods during date one and he specifically mentioned the Jucy Lucy, saying I had to try it. Which I did. More on that in a minute.

Match1 is so easygoing and it seems so natural to hang with him. We laughed a lot and got our butts handed to us at trivia. But it was just fun. Genuine, uncomplicated fun. No drama. No threat of drama. No anticipation of impending drama. It’s not fraught with anything.

His description of himself as a “big ol’ teddy bear” is completely accurate, at least as far as I can tell after two dates. But I have no reason to think I will change my mind about that. He’s a great hugger.

So. The Jucy Lucy. It’s apparently a Minnesota thing. I’d never heard of it until I met Match1, which, I guess, was obvious by the blank look I must have had on my face when he mentioned it.

When he described it — all the melted cheesy goodness is stuffed inside the patty – I decided then and there that I had to try it.

After two reschedules, both of which were my fault (shocking, right?), we met up Thursday evening.

We were pretty much on the same wavelength when it came to ordering, giving the server simultaneous identical answers to a couple of questions. (Ranch with those cheese sticks? Yes, please!)

When our burgers arrived, mine minus the tomatoes and lettuce (warm salad on a burger is gross), I immediately started trying to determine the best way to eat it gracefully. Burgers can be messy, and I have a habit of feeding my clothes. And other … things … as my sister will gleefully point out – often.

Whilst making my attack plan, Match1 pointed out that there was really nothing on my burger to spill out. He said something along the lines about all the ooziness being inside the burger.

“Until it oozes down my shirt,” I said.

“I’d help you with that, but we’re not there yet,” he replied.

Day-um! We both had a good laugh. One of many, mostly at my expense. Again. (Will that be a recurring theme?)

He seems to find me quite entertaining, which is a good thing, yes?

He was appalled that I have never been to a drive-in movie, so I think that’s the next date. It’s still TBD.

I haven’t set up anything with anyone else from Match (or any other dating app) at this point, although there are a couple of prospects. One is, “Let’s meet for wine.” The other is, “Fancy a cup of tea?” We’ll see.

And for those wondering, I have not seen the ex since the plot twist and there are no imminent plans although he has indicated — OK, he’s flat-out said — that he’d like to be in consideration as I attempt to continue this journey known as dating.