An Effortless First Date
I met up with the (last?) girl from Friendster last night. All-in-all, it was a very positive encounter. We’d planned on meeting for drinks at a restaurant/bar just down the street from my place. I arrived a couple minutes late, but, fortunately, still beat her there. When she walked in the door, I recognized her almost immediately. She looked very cute and well put together. She was on the shorter side, her curly, sandy-colored hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a casual sport coat, perfectly matched to the top that she wore underneath. She actually looked very much like Sarah-Jessica Parker (as such, I’ll call her Carrie from here on out).
We sat down at a table outside, ordered up a round of drinks and snacked on some chips and salsa. The conversation flowed effortlessly. I found her very easy to talk to and we seemed to share many of the same views. I happened to glance down at one point and was amazed to discover that over two and a half hours had passed since we’d sat down. This is usually my criteria for a good first date; if a substantial amount of time passes, and I don’t notice, I consider that to be an excellent sign. Even when we got out to the parking lot to part ways, we still ended up talking for another 15 minutes or so.
I should also note that when I first saw Carrie, I was certainly attracted to her, but I wasn’t completely gaga over her (I think I was in an extra critical mood, for some reason). By the end of the night, though, her personality had really shown through and I found myself very attracted to her. Funny how that works.
I would certainly like to get together with her again. I had a great time and I think if it hadn’t gotten so late so quick, we could have easily spent a few more hours together. I definitely got a good feeling from her as well; I noticed that as the night wore on, she became much flirtier; touching my arm and leg on multiple occasions to drive home points she was trying to make throughout the conversation. We closed the night out with a very natural feeling hug and mutual wishes to see each other again soon.
When I got home, I stopped by TheNeighbor’s place, since I had told her earlier in the day that we would hang out that night. I wanted to keep my word, even though it was later than I’d planned on being up. I stayed and talked with her for about an hour, and it was interesting to note the contrast between hanging out with her and my date earlier in the night. Where the conversation and general interaction with Carrie had been completely second nature, I felt like things with TheNeighbor were a little more forced and I really had to put effort into keeping the conversation flowing. The part of the night that amused me the most was when TheNeighbor informed me that she had been on a date the night before. I asked her to tell me more about the guy and her only response was, “He’s completely enamored with me.”
Of course he is. The pangs of jealousy ripped through me like a toothless old geezer tearing apart a piece of steak.
When our time was up, I got up to leave and was half way out the door when she stopped me. “Are we going to hook up again anytime soon?” she asked.
“I don’t generally schedule my make out sessions,” I told her, “but, I’ll let you know.” And, with that, I called it a night.
