A Date Update
I went on this date last night. It was a second date. We were supposed to grab drinks. The plan was to go to Monk's Cafe in the city...
Sounds like a fine way to follow up some coffee. I mean... What could possibly go awry with that?
Here's how it actually ended up going:
Me: I'm here.
Her: Great. Park in the lot in the space that says "reserved".
Me: Are you sure?
Her: Yeah. There's no one on duty so that lot is free until 7 am. You'll be fine for a few hours.
Me: Ok, I'm parked... Where am I going now?
Her: I lost my wallet, or I can't find it.
Me: Ok...
Her: Just walk down the street... I'll be out in a minute and then you can come up here while I look for it.
Me: Ok. She comes to get me... We go up to her apartment. She shuts herself in her bedroom which I'm now allowed to see because it's a hot mess. She looks for her wallet.
Her: Yeah, I can't find it.
Me: It's ok. I was planning on paying anyways.
Her: No, it's not that. I don't have my ID now.
Me: Oh. Well... Did you want to do something else?
Her: We'll go anyways. Maybe they won't card.
Us: We go. We're at Monk's. It's super busy. We decided maybe to try another place. Three places all card. It's a Saturday night in the city. Everywhere is busy, or they card. Except for...
Her: Gelato?
Me: Sounds good to me.
Us: We grab gelato and talk.
Her: Wanna just go back to my place? I have wine there.
Me: Hmm... Well... Ok. I'll just have one glass.
Her: Let's stop at one more place.
Me: Ok. We stop at an Italian restaurant that also has a bar. I order a beer, she orders a glass of wine. We order an appetizer.
Us: Her place again. We choose a wine. We open it. We kill the bottle chatting about life and music and philosophy and religion and exes and such. The normal stuff you talk about with someone you might potentially get into a relationship with. It starts getting pretty late.
Her: We can open another bottle if you want?
Me: Ok. One more glass couldn't hurt.
Her: If you're not good to drive home you can always stay on the couch. You don't look too good.
Me: I'll be fine. I just have to lay here for a minute on the couch.
Her: Joking... If you have to puke just make sure you don't do it on the floor.
Me: I'm not going to puke... 1 minute later... I run to her bathroom... I puke. Well... This embarrassing and awkward. I'm going to go.
Her: Well, I had a great night and look at that... It's daylight. She points to the sun beginning to rise. You better go so you can leave the lot before it opens.
Me: Internally... You had a great night? Really? Lost ID and puking? Externally... That's cool. Internally... Daylight, there's a different girl that already has a monopoly on that term. A different chapter in my life. Externally... Yeah... Look at that, it's daylight.
Her: Text me when you get home. We'll have to plan something again.
Me: I text when I get home. I fall asleep. A cat sleeps sprawled out on the bed beside me.
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