I think our next date was the poetry reading at River Styx Tavern. It was an impromptu one that you invited me to the evening before or day of. When you showed up at my doorstep, you looked nice and classy in your bright blue cashmere sweater and your glasses. I, on the other hand, was in skinny jeans, my nerdy fox sweater, and cardigan. That was the first of many animal sweaters of the year.
The flatbreads and wine we had for dinner was really good and I enjoyed the atmosphere. That whole neighborhood was really charming. The poetry reading however was really boring. It was my first poetry experience, so I assumed that it was how they all are. I also didn’t like the fact that we couldn’t talk during that time. At the end of the evening, you apologized about taking me to such a boring event. While it was boring and not my taste, I was just happy to see you.