Post Date Wrap-Up/Sorry Roger Lodge, No Hot Tubs Here
Just got home from my date with SpeedDating Guy. Had a great time–we went for dinner at a Middle Eastern restaurant complete with delicious kebob and screaming Israelis. The conversation flowed nicely and we hung out talking long after he paid the bill, at least until we started receiving evil looks from the waitstaff. He then suggested we head down the street to a coffeeshop where we chatted until closing down the place. After that, he offered to walk me to my car, we hugged, and said our goodnights.
This is where it gets tricky–whenever I think a date went well, the guy doesn’t call. Think good thoughts for me, cuz now the waiting game begins…