So the first one was fine: nice conversation, nice guy. It was friendly and collegial. Sitting on a dock on a river watching the sunset while engaging in a little pleasant chatter with a beer in hand is a nice way to spend the evening.
The second one was...
Well...
The second one was the way I imagine first dates should go.
This is even though I was late [&@£$ one-way streets and poorly marked parking garages in new cities!!] and overdressed [Miss Manners would say it's better to be overdressed than underdressed, and my friend A. would firmly insist that there's no such thing as overdressed]. There was a glass of good wine and a stroll around the historic downtown of the city and a few art galleries. He was a good conversationalist, kind, funny, interesting, and well-mannered. I found him delightful. It was a lovely evening.
So now I am trying to remember that you can't know much about a person in half-a-dozen emails and one evening. I am trying to remember that a lovely evening is simultaneously both no small thing and a very small thing indeed. I am trying not to check my phone compulsively to see if he has called.
That sounds lovely! Good luck with the whole sanity and not-checking-the-phone thing, I still haven't figured that out.
ReplyDeleteYeah, me neither. Being busy seems to help a bit, though.
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