Week one, date one: tax write-off.
I went on a date with a male model today. Someone I met on campus ages ago, who is probably ‘too pretty for his own good’ as L put it. We spent ages looking at each other on campus and pretending not to notice. He even pretended not to remember meeting me on the date. I don’t even know where to start. Week one, date one gave me very little faith in this project. I did not want to go, considering I was a bit hungover, and spent the four hours prior in the library catching up on a dissertation it seems like everyone else has been done with for ages. I boldly texted him last night 4 tequila-sodas deep, woke up late today with my period (a week early?), went to campus, and decided two hours into working that I had no interest in going. I’m not kidding, he is literally a male model. L convinced me I had to go, even if just to say I went. To be fair, he is the most conventionally attractive person I have ever been on a date with. I walked up and saw him leaning against a doorway (three doors down from the wine bar we were meant to meet at? Weird move) with this brooding look on his face. But not a mean, broody look, just a very handsome one. We decided on coffee instead of wine, thank god, because I drank too much last night anyway. I insisted I pay for the coffee, considering I asked him out, but really because it would be a tax write-off once I wrote this. And now I present to you, the gist of the date in bullet points:
· Handed me his notes app to write a book recommendation down, and had a poem at the top of the notes page? Pretended to be embarrassed and not know he handed me that? Went something like ‘the feeling and thoughts of loneliness flow through me like a melody’. I tried not to laugh in his face, but proceeded to pretend to send a work email so I could write it down.
· Found out he was 20…
· Used different iterations of ‘you’re not like other girls’ too many times to count
· Told me to ‘dance in the rain, girl’.
· Bonus: wouldn’t let me walk on the side of the sidewalk near the street. Very kind and gentlemanly, good on him for that.
· Spent a little too much time addressing the elephant in the room: how absurdly attractive he was.
· So very nice, but so very young. And it showed.
· Made one too many cougar jokes.
All in all, he was sweet. It was a nice time, but I spent too much of it trying not to laugh at his one-liners or soft boy act to feel like a second date was in order. I am curious to see if he follows up, and if he does, what his reaction is when I don’t express interest in a second date? I have a feeling he is used to getting every date he wants, so I wonder what will happen. I could tell he was looking for the invitation to give me a goodnight kiss. But thank god I didn’t give it to him. Week one, date one down, and I couldn’t be more thrilled it’s done. Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about M. I caught myself smiling so hard I looked in the mirror and shouted at myself to stop. In a fun, cool girl way not a schizophrenic, insane, and dense way. I would like to take note of the fact that I accidentally capitalized ‘Schizophrenic’ but actively chose not to capitalize ‘god’. Alright, that’s all.
