Drinks From The Well
Those of you following along at home may remember tonight was my date with the guy from Speeddating.
You may also remember that we had originally made plans for dinner at a cute little Italian restaurant close to both my office and his apartment. Minor change of plans. Sunday night he called me to firm up our plans and said he’d have to work late Monday and would be unable to do dinner, so would I mind doing drinks on his way home from the office instead. I told him that was not a problem and we decided on (you guessed it), The Well. Anyway, he then threw out 7:00. How 7:00 is okay for drinks but too late for dinner was a little odd, but whatever, I went with it.
Of course, during the day I decided I didn’t want to go and IMd Eve telling her I wanted to cancel. She told me to go, have a drink, it’s only an hour of my day, etc. So I came home, got dressed, ate an early dinner, and left for The Well. And had a surprisingly good time. He’s a lot cuter than I had remembered, very funny, kind, and the conversation flowed nicely. Two hours and a couple of drinks later, we hugged and said our goodnights.
And that was it. No mention of another date. No I’ll call you. Nothing. Oh well. Maybe I should just be happy he didn’t refuse to get me a glass of water, right?