What was different about this Sunday was that I was chatting with Hotel. I call her that because she works for a hotel chain. And just like every other Match.com date I have mentioned on here before, I change their names to protect the guilty parties. My comedic evening all started when she winked at my Match.com profile on Friday. I emailed her back, she replied, and then a couple more back and forth and on Sunday I called her up.
We agreed to meet at Greenstreets in the Grove. I left my house, and still everything seemed to be going ok. However, on the way there I decided I wanted a Cortadito from La Carreta. That's when the fun began.
As I get back into the car, holding the scalding hot beverage in my hand, I knocked into something. I don't know what it was but steaming hot coffee and milk was pouring down my thighs! After a few curse words - I called Hotel,"You won't believe what just happened to me." She said she didn't mind the Africa sized coffee stain on my right pant leg nor the Australia sized one on the left pant leg. She said to come anyway. The she added that she was already there!
So great, not only do I have 3rd degree burns on my thigh and two HUGE coffee stains on my jeans, but now I am also late! Some first impression I am making...
I finally arrived at Greenstreet and thanks to some very handy HandiWipes that I keep in my car I was able to sort of mask the stain a little. We sat at our table along the sidewalk. Everything was going ok. The waiter came over and we ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio - Ruffino. Then from out of nowhere, like an Air Attack, came the mosquitos. We got swarmed! Mosquitos were everywhere! I found a waiter, any waiter, and told him if we could please move inside. He understood and he did move us into a quiet corner at the back of the restaurant.
. Luckily, things improved from there. The conversation was good, and the food was delicious. It was my first time having Pinot and my first time having Lamb. And it was New Zealand Lamb. I don't know what that means but the waiter made a point to mention it was lamb from New Zealand so I guess that means it's good.
I don't know if she'd ever see me again since our date had such a horrible start. If she doesn't, I'd understand. And I would use this as a learning experience. Next time I will bring a change of clothes with me!
3 comments:
well, at least you're getting dates. That's a whole hell of a lot more than I can say for myself at this point.
Who's the one who got a little nookie the other day? It wasn't me. Yes you regret it now but you got a little sumthin'. And you could get dates too. Only reason I get dates is because I got a match.com profile. If not for that, I'd be as dry as the Sahara.
I dont regret having sex with that guy; I regret he was bad in bed, that's the only thing I regret even though that was kind of out of my control.
And no, I can't get dates. I'm a troll that can't get a date.
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