Prerequisite reading for this blog is this blog.
It’s been so long. How long…? God, I don’t even remember. Come on, when was my last date? I mean real date. Where we were both equally aware that it was a date. No ambiguity. Can I seriously not remember? This is pathetic. Come on, think. Two…three years ago? Goodness, that is pitiful. Let’s not say that aloud. Ever. Ok, how do I even do this? One step at a time, I guess. Just be myself. All the clichés… Ok, I can do this. Step one: get dressed.
Check. Ok. Done. Adequate. See? I can do this. Make-up…hair…done.
Step two: figure out where the hell this place is. How is it possible that some ‘newly arrived passer-by’ knows more about the local hot spots than I do? That probably has something to do with the no dates for the past three years. Moving on.
Ok. Dropped a pin. I can do this. Breathe in. Breathe out.
You are pretty. You are smart. You are a cool girl.
Oh god. Shut up.
Of course I’m here 20 minutes early. That doesn’t seem eager at all. How did that even happen? How is it that I am consistently late to everything and yet manage to make it here 20 minutes early? This is exactly the kind of scenario where my notorious tardiness actually works. Is actually desirable. Naturally, I am early. Oh well. Thank God I have a book. Being early and reading makes me seem cultured, unaffected. Date? What date? Who knows anything about a date? I just came here to read. Well, I should check my phone first, then I will read. Perfect. He’s running late. This is off to a great start.
No worries. Play it cool. You are a cool girl. Read your book.
That’s him. Not the same as his picture… but maybe for the better? Ok, here we go. Stand up. Game on.
Oh… we greet strangers by hugging in 2017. That’s new.
You handled that adequately.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Smile.
This isn’t so bad. Just conversation. You know how to have a conversation. He’s actually pretty cool you know… an artist?! Who would have thought? And he lives in San Francisco… Peace Corp too? A teacher…? This is exciting. We have a lot we can talk about. Easy.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Smile.
I wonder when I will have to actually say something about myself? I mean, this is pretty low pressure, just listening, smiling, nodding. Agreeing. And I’m not even faking my agreements or smiles, I mean… we are actually exceedingly compatible. But does he know that yet?
Hi man! I’m cool too! I have interesting stories to add to this conversation! Oh well. Getting to know him… getting to know all about him…
Oh, ok. We are changing our seats. Alright. Sure. Why not sit on the same side of the booth? This makes perfect sense. And now I will delicately shimmy myself over closer to that wall. Smiling, smiling. Not awkward at all.
Oh yea! You lived there for two years…? Great..!
Oh yea! That’s what you think about Trump…? Ok!
Oh yea! That’s an interesting art technique…! Sure is!
Yes, you are an interesting man.
Yes, you are.
Don’t visibly roll your eyes. Smile. Smile.
Oh. Hand holding. Well that is interesting. Interesting how he has just taken hold of my hand. He just took it. I wonder if he remembers my name! Haha! He hasn’t asked me a single question about myself, but he is holding my hand. He doesn’t know that I have an art studio, but he knows I can paint my fingernails. I actually kind of wish my hands were clammy right now. When does one ever wish for clammy hands? But that would be a good punishment for his just taking hold of my hand. This is hilarious. I will take my hand back now sir, thank you very much.
Ok, getting the bill. This hasn’t been that bad. I mean, I could have contributed more to the conversation, but not contributing was much easier. Just sit, smile and look pretty. Pretty low pressure. Oh god, how non-feminist was that last thought?” Shoot. Erase that. Oh well, at least he was interesting. I mean, he was a cool guy. This was a good ‘first step’ into the whole dating world. Innocent enough.
Oh wait. What’s happening? No. He couldn’t possibly… Oh. Yes. He could. Well, ok. At least now I get to use my voice. Will these be the first words I say to him? Oh come on, you’re being dramatic. You said words…
Well, fortunately I have no issue deflecting kisses. I am well versed in turning kisses down. What does this say about me? How many kisses have I turned down in my life? Four, five… six… Hey! No time to think about that. It’s deflecting time. Ready-set-deflect!
He took that well. Looks like he’s still in recovery, but that wasn’t too bad. Mr. Cool Guy probably isn’t too used to being shot down. Especially from such docile, agreeable girls. Haha! I am happy to be your first, kind sir. It’s an honor.
To the motorbike! Over. Finished. I can officially say I have gone on a Tinder date and it wasn’t so bad. I didn’t—wait. What? What is he doing? Again, really? Ok, no problem… one, two… sorry man.
Oh, don’t look so surprised. Did you think I would change my mind during our two minute walk? Apparently you did.
Third times not the charm, man!
Not tonight, not with this girl. You probably would have realized that I’m not so easy if you would have let me talk. Now I’m getting annoyed. I’m a pretty stubborn woman. The more you try, the more stubborn I am going to get.
“Ok, seriously. This is not going to happen. I literally just met you.”
“Yes, but we met on Tinder.”