My
second experience of a date with a guy I'd met on a dating site was the
definition of awkward...
On paper, everything looked good. He
was my age, worked in a theme park (!) and was half Italian, which as my cousin
brilliantly put it; was 'suitably exotic'. After arranging a day, time and
location (it sounds like a secret mission - it would have been a hell of a lot
more exciting if it had been one), various signals did start to appear that
were perhaps subtly suggesting this date wasn't meant to happen. I'm not a
spiritual person generally, but I was definitely picking up on some signs from
the universe - lesson learned: always listen to your intuition/the
universe/whatever when you get warnings like this:
-
the guy had to (for various reasons) postpone the day we were meeting twice
- I
had to (for various reasons) postpone the day we were meeting twice
-
on the way to meeting him I passed 2 car accidents which caused traffic jams so
I was 30 minutes late
-
on arrival it took us 15 minutes to find each other
I
chose to ignore these signs but they did foretell what was to come.
The lunch only lasted an hour and a
half and was painful; I've never had so many drawn out silences with someone.
We had literally nothing to say to each other. He didn't ask me any questions
so I had to try to lead the conversation by asking anything I could think of
and failing spectacularly. It soon become apparent that we had nothing in
common, even slightly, and therefore nothing to discuss. The food we'd ordered
finally arriving, after what seemed like hours, offered some much needed
respite. There was an old man sitting alone at the table next to us who was
having a more enthralling conversation with himself than the two of us were.
After the meal, sitting in silence yet
again, the guy suddenly announced: "I know something that really excited
me the other day." ('Please be a story of some hilarious event/epic fail
at the theme park where you work,' I silently prayed). His next comment:
"In Starbucks they have an extra, regular sized coffee you can order even
though they don't have it listed on their menu. It's called a 'short'."
And that's where the title of this entry comes in....as I said to my mum, "Even if I was a barista that's not an interesting anecdote!"
And that's where the title of this entry comes in....as I said to my mum, "Even if I was a barista that's not an interesting anecdote!"
Ay
karumba!
1940s
Girl x
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