[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s Friday night. I’m ahead of schedule. And then traffic comes to a stand still. Because…of course.
I text stuck in traffic, might be a few minutes late, sorry. He responds no problem…I’m still looking for the place.
At 6:45 I arrive. I ask, but no worries he tells me I haven’t been here long. I notice though, he’s been there long enough to get himself a coffee. I get one for myself and return to the table. And that’s how it began. That was the moment where I found myself, on a Friday night, on a first date, with a 23 year old.
We had been talking for weeks. He seemed really excited. I couldn’t figure out why it had taken him so long to finally make it happen. He claimed it was because of school…which I get…trust me. But nonetheless,
I have the patience of a 3 year old Mamma doesn’t like to wait plus who can sustain interest for a stranger that long?!?!.
The texting had been cute, and we did seem to have a lot in common, plus with leaving in a few weeks I figured fuck it, I’m game! Not to mention the fact that he was so so so young and well, maybe I’d find out what this whole cougar thing was really all about.
Prior to meeting he had asked what I wanted to do on our first meeting, saying that he wanted to make sure I was happy. I suggested shooting pool (my fall back/true love activity) but asked what he wanted to do.
His response…I want to spend the day with you, I’m not so great at pool. Maybe coffee, dinner, bowling and movie? Up to you though we can pool as well or instead if you wish.
I suggested we stick with coffee
given that we could totally end up detesting each other but said that I wouldn’t make any plans for later in the evening in case we wanted to keep the date going.
And then came the sign that would’ve told me everything, excepting the fact that it went undetected.
I could tell he was excited for our date plus he literally said I’m really looking forward to it…Hope you are too. And then he added I’m quite amenable in case you haven’t noticed.
Now, in my defense…given the context…you can understand my mistake…I just wasn’t thinking…it didn’t seem very important. Oh. Fuck. Who am I kidding?!?! I study English Literature and I’m a writer, I have no defense. I wasn’t paying attention and I misunderstood the word.
See, at the time he said it: amenable …I was thinking that he was excited to see me, that he was friendly, and easy going…amiable…amicable…any of those friendship related terms. But that’s not at all what he meant. Dude knew his exact meaning and his word choice was no mistake, he meant to say exactly what he said, he was amenable to me. Amenable. Sigh. Worst.
|Synonyms:||obedient – docile – tractable – liable – answerable|
Worst. Because see the thing of the thing is…I’m not into that in the slightest. If anything I want the exact opposite. Roles switched. That being said, like I keep saying, over and over again…I’m out of here in a few weeks, so why not be open to new things? Who knows, maybe I’d find out that after all this time the only thing I love more than being dominated, is to be the one doing the dominating. Okay, sure, it felt doubtful but I went with it anyway.
So there we were, sitting in a starbucks, sipping our coffees and talking. Good conversation. Cute conversation. Sharing funny stories. Sharing information about ourselves. Making jokes. Admittedly I was closing more of the punchlines and he was doing more of the setups but it worked. There was witty repartee and giggles.
He told me about his family, about Egypt, about school. I told him about writing (round-about-ly), grad school and moving. He was definitely cute in a nerdy kind of way. His profile said he was 6’0, but…and I don’t know if I’m growing, he was slouching, it was the heel in my boots making that huge of a difference, or the fact that he was pencil thin…but he really didn’t feel that much taller than me (standing at 5’7…last time I checked). Don’t get me wrong, he was definitely taller…just not by the lot that I was expecting. Nonetheless, the date was going well. I think.
However, and I feel this is a point I need to stress to the boys the most, but I could be wrong. SMILE PEOPLE. Because when you’re sitting directly across from someone at a coffee shop, that’s about the ONLY way she’ll really know you’re feeling her. At the time, I was more than unsure. Sure he thought my chatter was great but did he think I was cute? adorable? sexy? hot? attractive?
Best way to figure it out??? Signal that the coffee portion of the date is over and see if he wanted to go to see a movie at the theatre down the road…
So that’s exactly what I did…
I Suggested…if he wanted to…that we could see a movie.
Did he say yes? Did we carry on with the date and go see a movie? Or he make a lame excuse in order to call it a night and end the date at that???
To Be Continued…Here
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