After learning many (two) important lessons from my apocalyptic-soul-crushing-equivalent-of-a-first date, I assured myself that, by definition, the next date could not be any worse. This time I would not blindingly dive into a pit of uncertainty. I had to arm myself.
First, I decided to read information posted about people before deciding to meet them in person. Last time, my criteria for a date consisted of the other party being a girl. This time, maybe, I would check to see if we had some, or any, shared interests. The first girl’s profile I looked at said that she liked food. I like food, too! Bingo! Let’s look at more things! We both like attending events! This is unreal. Her “About Me” section was pleasant and she seemed like a really nice person.
Second, I decided that I would chat online with someone before I rush and ask a stranger out to dinner. I wasn’t yet aware of the feature where you could immediately chat with anyone else that is online at the same time. I sent the same girl an email, which began a nice back-and-forth conversation. Once I felt comfortable, I asked her to dinner. She said yes!
We went to a quasi-fancy Italian restaurant, and it was quasi-expensive. We both ordered spaghetti, and it was quasi-tasty. The entire night had an awkward tinge to it. I don’t think there’s any way to meet a person for the first time after talking online for so long and not feel a little uncomfortable. If there is, maybe that is love.
Though there was never a second date, I left the first date feeling just fine. The one date fulfilled all the social and food requirements I needed for the night. Though I did want to see her again, she apparently did not. Since I had nothing to lose, I asked her why she didn’t want to see me. She responded by saying that though I was a nice guy, I mentioned bodily functions too much. Who knew?