Not-so-perfect but perfect for me first date
When I first met him, I’m almost embarrassed to say but, I am human—I got to the Irish/English pub before him, and in he walks with long blonde hair (longer than mine), in this beige ugly corduroy business jacket, a light blue sweater, beige pants, and black converse sneakers. I remember thinking to myself, “What the fuck am I getting myself into?” And quite possibly, “Why is his hair so long?” But, I knowingly went on this date knowing that I was putting myself out there, and he seemed nice from text messages and emails. He seemed like a good guy.
The first date is always bound to be awkward, and it was. I found him to charming and awkward. I don’t really remember much about what we talked about but I do recall him asking me repeatedly if I liked the taste of beer. He had sent me this article that talked about how if women liked the taste of beer, they were statistically likely to sleep with someone on the first date. Luckily for him, I am not one of those women who like the taste of beer. I think it tastes like ass. We both had the fish and chips, I didn’t eat much and I don’t think he did either. When the bill came, I was prepared to pay for myself, but he paid which was nice. I also remember how he didn’t really want to end the date with just dinner and asked me if I wanted to go to a bar and get a drink. I remember going over logistics with how I had to drive home and didn’t want to drink too much. He said something about getting a cab. It showed he was eager which was sweet.
AND then he had this idea about going to Safeway, he was pretty adamant on making me a Lemon Drop and this drink with club soda, cucumber, cranberry juice, and lime from scratch. I remember thinking to myself, “Gosh, this is awkward but he’s so sweet.” I’ve never been on a date where the guy really cared enough to make sure I was happy or content. After collecting all these items from Safeway, we went back to his apartment. It looked like a typical apartment for a software engineer. It was pretty funny in my mind. He was really good at making those drinks; I remember thinking “yum.” We then spent some time listening to music, I remember listening to a lot of Fun. songs.
We talked about music and then he was determined that we watch this show Firefly, and I just remember sitting there thinking, “Seriously? We’re going to watch this? OK.” I found it weird, not really my thing but I could tell he wanted to maybe kiss me or cuddle. We sat on the same couch but it felt like I was miles apart from him and he just never made a move. After the episode ended, he said—I don’t know if I took it as weird, funny, or creepy... he said, “I’m really good at sex.” I don’t remember how I responded but I knew I had to get going. I didn’t want to drive in the fog back to Santa Cruz. He offered that I could stay the night, but being the first date I didn’t think it was a good idea. So, he walked me to my car, and we talked about shopping and just trivial things and I think said something about a second date. He commented on how that would be promising. As we got to my car, he gave me a hug and then paused asking me should he have gone in for a kiss, to which I responded, “Let’s leave room for mystery.” I think after that date, I convinced myself I wasn’t probably going to go on a second date, but I had fun and awkwardness did ensue. It was a good first date.
Of course, on my way back, I got lost on the 280, I may have been driving towards San Francisco at one point, and thank god I turned around and found my way back to Santa Cruz. The next day he texted me asking if I got back safely, which was sweet.Â
It may not have been a perfect date. Some may say it was not so perfect, but it was perfect for me.Â
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