So. I was really looking forward to this date because the guy was cute in his pic, was a bit older, and had impeccable grammar.
When I arrived at the pub, I thought it was the server approaching me, but no: it was him. There was something familiar about him. But I just put it off to his thick-rimmed glasses and plaid shirt (I live in hipster central). Also, he didn't look much like his picture at all.
We sat down and I hadn't even considered that he had just come from work (which I knew) and wouldn't have had a chance to eat. I always feel so weird being the only one eating, so I encouraged him to get something if he wanted. He declined, but ordered a double gin and tonic. I will just let that hang there while you reflect on it.
We had a good conversation, mostly about travel, but I wouldn't say I was totally feeling it. Then...it happened.
We started talking about our respective summers, and I mentioned I am moving soon. I specified which area I am moving to, and he mentioned someone by name who he knew that lived in that very area. The woman has an unusual name. It's her apartment I am moving into. WE HAVE BEEN TO THE SAME PARTIES. How Ottawa! Now I knew why he was familiar.
So, nearing the end of the evening, I really thought he had checked out mentally. However, he grabbed my hand as we walked out of the place and then asked if he could kiss me, I said yes, and then afterwards he said he'd had a really good time and started walking me towards a little alley. He tried to start up the kissing again and I said I was not really one to make out in alleys (a lie).
I suppose he is going to ask me out again? To be honest, I'd probably go.
