When 5:00 rolls around the butterflies suddenly start and I am extremely nervous. I barely remember what this guy looks like. I get home get dressed, and head out the door.
I arrive early so I decide to run to the restroom where I seriously contemplate ditching this date and going home to my two dogs. But being the person I am I couldn't.
I left the restroom only to come face to face with my date. We greeted each other and went upstairs to get a table. We sat down on their patio and enjoyed some fun conversation. He told me about how he was a writer and looking to move to Houston and how much he was enjoying the city. Occasionally the conversation would get a little exhausting with his grandiloquence (a lofty, extravagantly colorful, pompous, or bombastic style, manner, or quality especially in language). Now, I went to college and I have always thought of myself as having a pretty extensive vocabulary but this guy used words I had never even heard of! I attributed this to one of two things: 1.He was an extremely intelligent writer or 2. He was trying WAY to hard to sound educated.
We had finished our meals and he asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. The conversation had been pretty good so far so I agreed. Then the check came. MFA said to the waiter, "Can you get that split?" I hadn't even been able to offer to pay for my own meal yet! Now I am not suggesting that guys HAVE to pay for the meal every time, but this guy asked me to dinner. He asked me out on this date. I believe that means he should be picking up the tab. (Thanks ivillage.com for backing me up on this one: In Defense of Chivalry)
I am pretty sure that if the check had come before he asked me to have coffee I would have politely declined and salvaged the rest of my evening with a good book at home. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked out that way. We met at Brasil, where I bought my own coffee, and continued having our conversation. Finally around 10:00pm I used the work excuse and we called it a night.
He walked me to my car, and we were half way there when he put his hand on my arm and stopped me. I stopped and looked at him. He raised his eyebrows and made this gesture with his hands as if to say "Well?".
I looked at him with what I can only assume was annoyance or derision and said "What?! Our cars are over there" and continued walking. We got to the corner and he stopped me again, with the same shoulder shrug eyebrow raise.
I put my hand out in front of me and patted his arm and said "Well it was really nice meeting you, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your visit in Houston." Then something horrible happened. He leaned in, eyes closed and I suppose he kissed me. Only on my end it felt more like he licked my my face from chin to nose. I was mortified! I don't know what my face looked like but I immediately pulled away said, "OK...well...bye" and dashed for my car.
You know that episode of Sex and The City where Charlotte dates the bad kisser, well yeah that is EXACTLY what it was like, only I didn't give him a second chance.
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