After our date at Oktoberfest, I looked forward to seeing you again. I liked the fact that you initiated the dates and I let you do that for a while. After all, you are the gentleman and I’m a little old-schooled sometimes. We made plans to go to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant and I was excited to share my favorite things with you. I was also curious to see if the sparks were still there. Was it the alcohol or was it substantial?
Gateway2theEast
I ordered my usual, bun bo hue, you ordered the bun bo nuong and the banh xeo for us to share. You did that thing that you like to do and randomly picked something off the menu. I’m not sure that you enjoyed your food that much and you hardly touched the banh xeo. You were a good sport and tried the pork blood in my soup. I knew that was out of your comfort zone so I appreciated your attempt. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it sounded. That was your first introduction to real Asian food and who knew that you would become so Asian soon after? You could hardly use chopsticks back then…
Our conversations continued to get deeper and grow more substance. I think it was the first time that we really talked about your ex-wife more in depth and my ex. We talked about how we used to be when we were with them and why it didn’t work. What we learned out of it and how we’ve changed our ways with how we deal with people and relationships.
I did a lot of taking until the end and you did a lot of giving. I said I had become less selfish but you said you’d become less selfless. This conversation made me a little wary because it was the exact conversation I had with the person who I had dated on and off that year. It was the same description of his ex, same sentiments about their relationship, and the same statement of being less selfless. His history prevented us from going anywhere and I got hurt. I really didn’t want to experience the same thing again. I made a note of this in the back of my mind.
When we were parting ways in the parking lot, I told you my paranoia about being affectionate around Asian places because I never know who might know my family. They are strict, so I’ve always kept my dating life completely secret. I think that made things a little awkward but I’m glad you wanted to at least give me a hug. I felt lame about saying it after that. I think that set a precedence in our first few months because we never so much as held hands in public. It was a little weird for me because I’m on the affectionate side. Maybe even something as innocent as hand-holding coming so far down the line was a good thing. Everything in our relationship built up at a slow pace and we really got to focus on getting to know each other when it matters the most.
OOTD: Me – Flower print dress with a pink slouchy cardigan.
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