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|Sun, 07-20-2003 - 6:34pm|
We met in front of the movie theatre in the historic district (ie: pedestrian, quaint area). He was right on time and oh so yummy. He's 6'2 with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a white button down shirt, with the top two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up 3/4 and untucked with khakis. I loved his stye. It was like, relaxed casual preppy. Anyway we went to this pub across the street and had a couple drinks. I was laughing a lot and having a really great time. Mainly reminiscing about old school memories. After about 1.5 hours, we were hungry so we walked to this mexican place and ate. I think we were there about 2 hours talking. I worried he'd end the date after that but then he asked what I'd like to do now, would I want to go to another pub and talk some more. So we went to another pub, this one much louder and only had one drink. We left there and he asked if I still wanted to go somewhere else. So went to yet another pub (huge irish population in this town - Crystal would know Norwalk-SONO). We got to this place and a band was setting up. So we had a snack and another drink and talked some more. I was laughing a LOT and loving it. I so wanted to kiss him. I kept telling myself it's too soon but I adored his smile and just wanted to snog him. *sigh* Then the band started and it got too loud for conversation. But occasionally he'd say something to me and we'd have to lean in close to hear. And our cheeks touched. I about turned into goo right there in the booth. Then it was nearing midnight (our date started at 4pm) and the band wasn't playing anything different and it was loud and smoky so we left. There wasn't anything else to do so he walked me back to my car.
Here's where I doubt things. He actually apologized for not having more to say at the end, he said he ran out of things to talk about. I was all, ok but inside was thinking, why does he need to mention this and the band was playing so it kinda made talking about anything very difficult. Then he said he had a good time and I said I had a great time. (I'm usually very bad about remembering to tell a date I've had a good time.) He said maybe we could get together again to see a movie or something. I said I'd like that. Then he reached his hand out and shook my hand. !!! I've never had a date shake my hand. (I suppose in his defense, he was born and raised in the south, very much a gentleman, was nice having him let me walk in front of him everywhere we left or thru a door, etc.) But he shook my hand? The weird part was, he said, as he was shaking my hand, "I'm not really sure what's appropriate so I'll just shake your hand." I said a hand shake was just fine. Then I got in my car, he in his and we left. And I haven't heard from him. Ok I know it was just last night but I was hoping for an email or something. I'm starting to think I won't hear from him again. I can hope but it's always this way, the guys I like never like me back.
Worst part of the evening? I made a bad shirt choice. It was a new shirt I'd bought a couple weeks ago. Looked great on me in the store. Criss cross style. But when I sat down, it kinda sank and was too revealing. I kept pulling it up all night and wondered if I looked like a total skank and wondered if he thought so too. I certainly didn't want to give the impression of dressing too immodestly but this top was bad. I didn't know tho, until I was almost there and I looked down at myself in the car and was all, uh oh, way too much cleavage. Suddenly wished I had smaller breasts. No chance for a last minute reduction. I'll have to wear a tank top underneath from now on. How embarrassing tho.
Ok so any thoughts, words of comfort, insights?