Tardiness on a first date is never a good start. Letâs be honest, people being late is kind of my pet peeve. So donât be late. The architect didnât get the memo though and strolled in 15 minutes after our chosen meeting time. Although annoyed (cause it kind of looks sad when someone who is excessively punctual has to sit alone for 20 minutes while the server glares at you for using up their table unnecessarily and the other patrons wonder if youâve been stood up), I do try and keep in mind he lives on the other side of town. Here in Phoenix that means a 45 minute drive, so for the time being I attempt to overlook it.
First things first: he mostly resembled the salt and peppered gentleman in the profile photos on the website. A reasonably handsome guy if you can look past the lazy eye. This realization suddenly made it painfully obvious why all of his photos involved him wearing sunglasses. I thought he was just an extreme outdoors kind of guyâŚlesson learned. The true problem was not knowing which eye to look at when talking to him, and wondering if looking him in the wrong eye would be interpreted as rude or off-putting.
The second problem was the conversation. I try to be engaging. I asked questions about himself and volunteer information about me. âWhat brought you to phoenix? Yeah, I like it here tooâ etc. One sided conversations are the worst and that is what our date ended up being like. Me, asking a bunch of questions to try and keep the conversation light, entertaining, and moving in a forward direction. Him, responding to said questions as briefly as possible and then staring at the buildings and people around us. I get it, we arenât each otherâs type and Iâm fine with that.
When our bill came, he was surprised it was only 20 bucks (youâre welcome). He walked me to my car after. Iâm not really sure why. It kind of felt like a pity walk. I donât need (or want) pity walksâŚIâm perfectly capable of walking to my car alone. I would also prefer to avoid the awkward hug with your hips turned sideways so no one thinks itâs appropriate to kiss the other person. I really donât think that was a concern in this particular situation, but the side hug happened anyway.
In the end, there was no confusion between either of us what the best part of our date was: the beef carpaccio.
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