I went on a date. After the first few rough days on Match I talked to a couple of really nice guys. And one really nice guy in particular. I’ll call him Damien. After talking for several days he asked if I wanted to meet to have coffee or something. So we agreed on the Juice Stop downtown.
I went out with my younger sister Jules and my friend Jessica (yes I know, Jessica is in a lot of my posts. What can I say, she is hard to get rid of 😉 ), the night before to find an outfit. I was really nervous that he would be disappointed when he saw me and so I let them pick my clothes like I was a human doll until we all agreed on an outfit. New pair of skinny jeans, dark blue blouse with a peach undershirt and black converse (okay, off brand but whatever).
(Jules and I shopping)
When I told my mom I was meeting Damien she wasn’t very happy. She wanted me to take someone with me because technically speaking I didn’t know if he was a serial killer or not. I know it sounds funny but really if you think about it, she isn’t wrong. Safety is very important especially when you are meeting up with someone you’ve never met before.
Needless to say, I agreed. As I was getting ready I started giving Jules many instructions on how not to OBVIOUSLY be watching me. I was so nervous I nearly stabbed myself with my mascara and eventually gave it to Jules to finish.
After my makeup was done, my clothes were changed and several helpful ‘hints’ to brush my hair (my hair is always a hopeless mess), I was ready to go. Except I didn’t want to anymore.
Everyone kept telling me not to worry if I wasn’t what he was expecting. He, apparently, was supposed to be worried about meeting my expectations. But to be honest, I didn’t really have any. I half expected that he wouldn’t show up or might cancel. Those would have been fine compared to my biggest fear. That I would show up and we wouldn’t even be sitting there for a second before he left.
I don’t think I’m the most unattractive person in the universe but when I think of the worst-case scenario, I think of the absolute WORST.
When we finally arrived at Juice Stop, I went in first and met Damien and settled into a booth. Then two minutes later Jules came in and took up a stationary position in a booth at the other end of the shop.
Damien and I chatted awkwardly for a few minutes with the customary, tell me about yourself, and what would you like to know about me?
I hadn’t really considered what we would talk about when we actually met and apparently neither did he. There was a lot of blushing and fidgeting with hands and nervous chuckles as we just stared trying to come up with things to talk about.
We finally fell into a comfortable rhythm talking about what we studied in school and were both able to relax a little more. He was funny in a quirky kind of way but we were struggling to find things in common. After an hour he left and the girl working behind the counter gave me a huge smile.
I smiled back, blushing a deep red before walking over to Jules’ booth asking her if she was ready. The girl behind the counter burst into laughter when she realized that Jules had been secretly watching the whole time. The three of us just sat there for a minute, smiling before the girl gave us an approving nod and we left.
Even though Damien turned out not to be a serial killer it is always better to be safe than sorry.