Bitter Beverages and Awkward First Dates
When a cute guy working at Panera writes his phone number on your take-out bag, you don't question it. You smile and walk away happily, flattered. Most normal girls would text him immediately or even the next day. Me? I waited almost a week.
These kinds of things don't happen to me, so I didn't know how to handle it. I waited almost a week and by the time I confessed to my friend Danielle what had happened (who encouraged me to contact him), I figured he had forgotten all about me. I texted him anyway for the hell of it.
We spent the better part of this week, texting back and forth. I finally agreed to meet him for dinner Friday night. Medium height and build, brown hair, green eyes. Tattooed arms, friendly smile. We had a nice time, always had something to talk about and there were no lengthy awkward pauses. He works three jobs while he waits to hear back from grad schools. He has a four year-old little sister, who is a cutie pie and he adores her. Since I can't do anything without analyzing every component, my diagnosis was that he seemed like a good guy: smart, strong, ambitious and funny.
After dinner, we went for a dessert drink at a coffee shop. I'm not one to complain so I failed to mention my hot chocolate was bitter and sludgey at the bottom of the cup. He was horrified and embarrassed that I didn't enjoy it. I'm a relatively easygoing girl so I didn't care that my hot chocolate was gross; it's not like it ruined the date.
We said goodnight and I went home. I texted Danielle to let her know I was alive (he wasn't secretly a serial killer), and went to sleep. Yesterday I went to work and there was a surprise waiting for me, with a cluster of my female coworkers surrounding it. They all wanted to know who the boy was and why he dropped off a present for me.
It was a hot chocolate and a simple note: "I had a great time last night on our date. Hope this hot chocolate makes up for last night's. Wishing you a pleasant work day, talk to you soon". It probably sounds a little stalker-esque to some of you, but my store and the Panera he works at are about a half mile from each other - and I had told him the night before that I would be working that afternoon so he should stop by.
Smiles and sunshine all day, regardless that the mall was crazy busy, the store was messy as hell and all the kids seeing the new Lego movie were horribly behaved. One date down and a second one on the horizon as of this morning. Let's see what happens. ;)
These kinds of things don't happen to me, so I didn't know how to handle it. I waited almost a week and by the time I confessed to my friend Danielle what had happened (who encouraged me to contact him), I figured he had forgotten all about me. I texted him anyway for the hell of it.
We spent the better part of this week, texting back and forth. I finally agreed to meet him for dinner Friday night. Medium height and build, brown hair, green eyes. Tattooed arms, friendly smile. We had a nice time, always had something to talk about and there were no lengthy awkward pauses. He works three jobs while he waits to hear back from grad schools. He has a four year-old little sister, who is a cutie pie and he adores her. Since I can't do anything without analyzing every component, my diagnosis was that he seemed like a good guy: smart, strong, ambitious and funny.
After dinner, we went for a dessert drink at a coffee shop. I'm not one to complain so I failed to mention my hot chocolate was bitter and sludgey at the bottom of the cup. He was horrified and embarrassed that I didn't enjoy it. I'm a relatively easygoing girl so I didn't care that my hot chocolate was gross; it's not like it ruined the date.
We said goodnight and I went home. I texted Danielle to let her know I was alive (he wasn't secretly a serial killer), and went to sleep. Yesterday I went to work and there was a surprise waiting for me, with a cluster of my female coworkers surrounding it. They all wanted to know who the boy was and why he dropped off a present for me.
It was a hot chocolate and a simple note: "I had a great time last night on our date. Hope this hot chocolate makes up for last night's. Wishing you a pleasant work day, talk to you soon". It probably sounds a little stalker-esque to some of you, but my store and the Panera he works at are about a half mile from each other - and I had told him the night before that I would be working that afternoon so he should stop by.
Smiles and sunshine all day, regardless that the mall was crazy busy, the store was messy as hell and all the kids seeing the new Lego movie were horribly behaved. One date down and a second one on the horizon as of this morning. Let's see what happens. ;)
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