Get a great message from Tim. He says we have a lot in common so I read up on him and he’s right! He’s funny and chill- I like this. I’m confused though… he has 4 pics on his profile and they look like they are of 2 different people. Neither are BAD, I’m just concerned that when we meet I won’t know who to look for! We agree to meet up for a game of pool and a beer (perfect!) I get food poisoning and have to reschedule for the next night. As I’m getting ready I’m literally puking up my lunch, but I feel horrible rescheduling AGAIN so I suck it up and tell myself I can muscle through a beer.
It was a beautiful night and Tim did well getting to our location early to secure a patio table. Luckily when I arrived my stomach has settled and there is only one table on the whole patio with just 1 person sitting at it. So I figure this must be Tim. Good thing he was the only lonely person on the table because he didn’t look like either of the people in his profile! I think I had a good poker face but upon sitting down I thought “ya, this isn’t going to happen”. Still, I knew I owed it one drink. As we’re sitting he asks if I’m going to eat. I HATE being the girl who doesn’t eat on a date, so I explain that I’ve had some tummy trouble and I would normally eat but I just don’t think I can and… he says he wasn’t going to eat either. I say “sooo, I didn’t need to tell you about my digestive problems within the first 5 minutes of meeting you? Cool.” The fun continues…
It’s a little windy tonight, but you know Midwesterners. Its above 50 and its PATTIIOOO SEASSOOONN. Seriously, we’ll sit out there through some shit (“oh its just sprinkling! It will pass”, “The sun will set soon, seriously”). We are enjoying our 1 beverage when all of a sudden a gust of wind comes and picks up the menu (which we’re not ordering off of) and knocks over a glass of water and my beer. All. On. To.Me. Glass shatters, the crowd “ooohhhs” and I even hear a “well, that makes for an akward first date!”. Awesome. I try to clean myself off and suck it up. Must finish this beer. Considering I had nothing in my stomach I got alittle tipsy from my one beer, which actually kind of helped the situation. Conversation was ok, definitely some lags. You know when Netflix comes up you’ve reached a point. But here’s what I don’t get- we’re leaving and Tim says “well maybe if I get back in town early enough Sat we can do this again”. Hmm.. really? You were part of the Netflix convo too- is that normal for you? Did you not notice the pauses and me stretching to talk about anything, not to mention that you left your phone out on the table the entire time and kept looking down to see who had texted/ called you?
If Tim actually does get back in town early enough, and actually does call me, I think I’m going to pass…
Update: Tim DID text me the next day to say how much fun he had (ookkk) but I didn’t write back. I think he got the hint.
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