So…I went on a blind date last night.
Going into it, the only thing I knew about him was his first name (and vice versa) – just the way I wanted. My friend Brittany set us up – she told him to meet me at Starbucks, where I’d be found wearing her blue scarf. She made the plans before she knew about my blind date rules, and she laughed when I told them to her. “I’m serious,” I said. “You need to tell him I’ll be holding Pride and Prejudice and a rose.”
In the end, I wore her blue scarf and held Sense and Sensibility. I sat in one of the brown, comfy chairs and glued my eyes to the first page while I waited. I wasn’t really reading – I wasn’t really not reading. My eyes were on the words but my mind was elsewhere. I was wondering whether or not I was nervous and if I should give him a hug upon meeting. Also, was he a big, black man like I imagined?
He wasn’t. I was surprised he wasn’t. He approached me but I didn’t look up until he said my name. I stood up and he extended his hand, so I ditched the hug and shook his hand instead. He was dressed up a little bit and that touched my heart. We chatted for a minute – I didn’t know if we were just meeting at Starbucks or if we were going to order drinks. We ordered drinks.
I ordered first, which is always awkward. Do I expect him to pay for me or is that too presumptuous? Inwardly I smirked at myself – it’s been a while since I’ve had to wonder such a thing. “That’ll be $3.25,” the barista said to me. Instinctively I reached for my wallet – what else was I supposed to do? In a dashing, last minute movement my blind date extended a $10 bill as he added his order to the bill. I stop sweating as much.
We sat back down in the brown comfy chairs and drank our tea as we chatted about our lives. I didn’t feel that nagging need to impress (like I probably would’ve felt if I was with someone I already knew) – I wasn’t really nervous, I wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but I wasn’t exactly myself either.
Eventually we walked to his car – another somewhat unfamiliar date moment. Was he walking to his side of the car or the passenger side? If he walked to his side that meant the white truck was his, if he walked to the passenger side that meant the black car was his. Do I expect him to open my door or not? Do I follow him or not? GAH WHAT’S A GIRL TO DO.
Turns out the black car was his, which meant he opened the door for me. Again, I smirked – having a man open a car door for me feels more like playing house than real life.
When we were in the car I thought, “I’m in the car with a complete stranger. What am I doing? This is so bizarre. I don’t think he’ll kidnap me…”
We drove to the lake, where we walked around and talked some more. In the midst of our conversation we experienced an extended moment of silence. I’m pretty passionate about silence – I’m not going to say something just for the sake of it. Apparently my date felt the same way – I was impressed.
At one point I joked about him being a werewolf – to which he responded no, actually he was a vampire. He followed his statement with a witty comment that I can’t quite remember, but I know it made me laugh.
Our date ended after that – it was a solid hour and a half. I’m glad we didn’t get dinner because I was still stuffed from my late lunch and I’m glad it wasn’t any longer because that would’ve been too tiring for my introvert side.
think know we both had a good time.
If he had leaned in to kiss me at the end, I would’ve let him. That’s not my style at all – but it was a blind date and I was feeling a little more adventurous than usual. (It’s probably a good thing he didn’t, though, because I was still burping up ranch dressing from that late lunch I had. Lesson learned for next time: lay off the ranch.)
So that’s that. Dream accomplished. I’ll admit, I’m proud of myself. I’m one step further to conquering my fear of men/dates/anything romantic.
Now I just need to go on another blind date with a different man so I can act a little crazy. I already have some good ideas dancing around my head (upon meeting: hand him my phone and say he needs to talk to my dad before we go any further. Actually have Dad on the line…) The thing is my dad would probably love that (and not as a joke – he’d be serious.)
Oh and before I end this post I must mention how hilarious and similar girls tend to be – I can’t tell you how many times I was asked “what are you going to wear?” (I would ask the same thing to any of my girlfriends.) The answer is: jeans and boots and Brittany’s scarf. The trick to going on a first date is to not look the best you can – I believe that’s a surprise to be saved for later.
Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to take a “first
day of school blind date picture” – if only for the kids, you know?