You would think after having dinner with someone for four and a half hours, I should have strong feelings. Positive or negative, I should feel something other than...fine. It wasn't awful, it wasn't wonderful. It was something in the middle.
He talked a lot. Again, that should be a good thing. But it didn't really feel that way. He kept repeating the same theme- people in a relationship should communicate, he loved his work, open communication is important. Yeah, I get that. I really wanted to ask about previous relationships. He didn't give any hint at all about that.
I got a chance to tell some good stories but I left feeling like maybe I didn't really come off as well as I had hoped. I could come up with some reasons for that, but they probably sound like excuses. I was all kinds of tired on the drive there. I had enough time for Starbucks before dinner in hopes that a chai latte would perk me up. At least I didn't yawn through dinner. The restaurant was cozy. That's an upscale word for cramped, crowded and loud. It felt like I was sitting at the same table as the people next to me. That makes for an awkward first conversation. After the first two hours, I wanted find a way to wrap things up. I'm not good at that segue. So we stayed for another two and a half hours during which the waiter stopped refilling our water glasses.
He was a big guy and I guess I stereotype more than I care to admit. I was surprised when he said he was ordering the tomato and mozzarella salad and that was it. Damn, I'm not getting a big dinner out this. Even weirder was the waiter brought separate checks. No chance to see if he picked up dinner. Hmmph. I had a lovely crab cake which came with an avocado, corn, cilantro salsa thing. Yummy but tiny.
It was cold when we walked to the cars. I offered him my number, but then he gave me his business card. Not sure what that meant. He kept a distance of at least four feet between us in the parking lot and I know what that means. So I'll email him and leave it up to him. I know it's 2013 (almost 2014!) and I could call him. If he wants to get together again, I would but if he didn't, I would be OK with that too. Maybe I'd feel differently in a different situation. I felt sort of out of my element for some reason. I just didn't feel witty or clever. I don't think I was standoff-ish or boring.....I was something in the middle.
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