After several email exchanges, a 30 minute phone conversation—an invitation arose. This date would take place approximately half way between my location and date’s location—at a local Starbucks.
I went for a long run to calm my nerves about meeting this blind date met on said dating website. It was probably also my nerves that took me to a trail not too far from the same Starbucks we were supposed to meet later. My first impression of the location was there was too much open space. I wondered where we’d sit, who would surround us and would the barista listen in to our introductions? I go home and after a few hours, start getting ready for this coffee date.
My daughter is curious as to way I am getting dolled up in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. I worry that maybe I should dress down a bit. Should I tell her what’s going on? I opt for the truth because let’s face it she’s is fifteen and needs the truth. She asks questions. Then she starts tutoring me on what questions to ask. (So glad I went the honest route!)
I arrive at the meeting place. My date is there waiting for me. Perhaps overanalyzing a bit—he chose this place because he wanted to size me up in daylight. Luckily, it works both ways. There is 11 year age difference but in person it was more noticeable. His best feature was his amazing blue eyes. I was very uncomfortable looking into them and trying to find words for conversation. There is no other ways to say it other than AWKWARD. So now I’m wondering if it was me, my date, location or a combination.
Guess what happens next... 