First Date

The last good first date I had was with Injun. We dated for about three months. That was the last good date--one of my favorite restaurants, music that played overhead, conversation that just flowed freely and easily. After dinner we walked down Santa Monica Blvd. hand in hand, occassionally one pushing the other into doorways or alcoves to sneak in a quick but passionate kiss.

That was a good date.

Saturday? Not so much.

I didn't know the area at all. The restaurant recommendation came from an employee. "It's like a Hollywood or Beverly Hills restaurant...but here." I'm now convinced she's never set foot in either city. She's also fired the next time I see her. It was a theme restaurant--a Cuban theme restaurant. And it was in a strip mall. I admit, it was a nice strip mall, but it's like saying "It's incest, but at least it's the prettiest cousin."

And there was the conversation. It was a little stilted. For a while, I felt like I was conducting an interview. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying himself. He sometimes felt absent from the conversation. Sometimes he'd start a sentence and then say "nevermind." It apparently wasn't appropriate; it was something that would have to wait til later, he'd tell me. So that was dinner. From 6:00 pm to 7 pm.

We just kind of looked at each other. "It's still pretty early, huh." This was going from tepid to cold in no time flat. No one brought up just ending the date, so that was I guess a good sign. But despite the fact that we both worked in the area, neither of us knew the area. We couldn't figure out what to do.

So he decided to have him take me on a tour of the gym he manages. Whoop dee do. Nothing says romantic more than take-a-date-to-work, right. I went along with it though. I pretended I was interested. And then something came over me. I stopped him. In the kids' nursery, I stopped him. And I kissed him. And he kissed back. We stayed like that for a few minutes before realizing we were in full view of the plate glass windows that looked out onto a public street.

We got back in the car. He got more bold, telling me how his legs and abs were smooth. They were. I liked it.

And throughout the entirely of The Other Boleyn Girl (longest fucking movie ever and frankly I can't even remember if it actually ended or if we just took off), we sat next to each other, arm rest pulled up, holding hands.

So it turned out to not be a good date. Not by typical good date standards. But it did turn out to be a very memorable date.

Oh I forgot, after the movie, we walked back to the gym, now completely empty and did stuff in a storage closet that would get him fired if his bosses knew.

Did I mention very memorable date? Only maybe not for him.

Comments

[eric m.]

hot! ;-)