We agreed on having our first date at the Tiki Bar in the Grove on Thursday, October 2nd at 8pm. I came in a light pink lace-back short-sleeve sweater and jeans. You were at the bar in your striped zip-up cardigan and black Express graphic tee. I thought you were cute as expected and I liked your style. I ordered the “Zombie” and Mai Tai and we spent the hour and half there telling each other stories about us.
I told you about my trip to Europe and my travel endeavors of the year. You learned of my hitch-hiking days when I was LA and young. You talked about Montreal and we shared the same love for it. We talked about pets, food, and where we came from and who we were. We talked about our jobs or lack of. Throughout the night we also exchanged our Match stories and our dating experiences.
We headed off to Siam’s after the Tiki Bar. While we were there, I openly asked you what your impression was of our date and it was positive. You could have been just being polite.
You had work the next day, so we ended the night around 10:30pm. As we walked back to my car, we ran into a girl I was acquaintances with. Oddly enough, I’ve never ran into her before or even seen her since college, but we’ve run into her on other dates during our beginning (“when we were dating”).
You returned my question back to me and asked what I thought our date. I thought you were cute, interesting, and a good conversationalist. I think by the end of the night, you were thinking that I was a little bit crazy. Maybe not the kind of crazy like the girls you’ve dated. Here’s this girl, with hitch-hiking stories, who drove to Cincinnati for a chili dog, and who was riding around town in a doggy pee-soaked car that I sometimes sleep in. Nonetheless, you let me drive you to your car.
I concluded the night with a text to tell you I had a good time. And you did that three-day rule…