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Blogs > rm_Joanna95060 > Hmmmmmmm

The First Date  

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7/2/2012 8:04 pm
The First Date

He sent me long emails, we texted, we talked on the phone into the wee hours of the morning. Sigh. Is this what a 16 year-old girl in the 21st Century feels?*

The meeting started off, well, not great. His directions were vague especially for one as directionally challenged as myself...I'm afraid to go to Ikea by myself, because I know I'll be swallowed up and never seen again.

I find the place, and am four minutes early! Christopher Columbus wishes he was half as great as I am! I would like the holiday named after me to be named to be June; another long weekend in the summer would be wonderful.

Free parking? Score!

We take a walk along the river, which is ever so romantic. We reach a patio and order drinks (with alcohol for him and without for me.)

Two girls (about 11 or 12) ask us if we'd like some entertainment. I give the blonde spokesperson my $3 (money for parking meter) at the same time that he tries to shoo them away. I ask for a song, the blonde sings and her friend joins in with a few dance moves.I desperately want them to finish before he or I start laughing. I interrupt with applause and thank-yous and they wander away. It takes us both a few minutes before we can speak.

$3 well spent!

He's very good looking. He has pretty eyes. He talks about his work, his tattoos, his vacations (past and future), his brother (also a fire fighter but in Calgary) and his sister (manages a hotel in Toronto, but I can't remember which), his love of exercise, etc. Really, there's a lot more.

On the walk back he kisses me. I'm living a romantic comedy movie! The movie playing in his head, from where the conversation goes is XXX. Interesting. I am *NOT* going to have sex on the first date. I am *NOT* taking a strange man home with me.

I tell him this.

That was three days ago. Has he been abducted by aliens? Where did he go? I sent him a text. Oh well. Better I find out now...

*Sadly, when *I* was a 16, there was no texting or emailing. Talking on the phone? The phone I SHARED with three other people, that technically belonged to my Mom? Where conversations could be interrupted by "hang up the phone, and unload the dishwasher like I asked you to, one hour ago."

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