Last night was my first post-breakup real date not to be confused with my post-breakup rebound. Saturday night was an actual date which wouldn’t have happened had I not broken my new year’s resolution #1. I met him at one of my gyms. Our deep and meaningful conversation in the gym parking lot led to exchanging phone numbers and agreeing to a date. Right after I agreed to a date on a Saturday night I started to have major regrets. First, it was a Saturday night. I’d much rather be getting my wine on at Bar Covell, my favorite bar in LA. Second, I started to get the sense that he might not be that smart. Don’t ask me why.
After agreeing to a dinner on Saturday evening sometime on Tuesday, I kept hoping he’ll forget about the date sometime between Tuesday and Saturday. That didn’t happen. I ran into him at the gym and he confirmed our dinner plans. There was no way out. I could have lied, but when I agree to do something I follow through. At around 7:32 pm I was convinced he was not going to show up. I was wrong. He showed up.
So I asked, “Do you know where you’re taking me for dinner?” I was hoping he would mention someplace in Hollywood. Like Magnolia, The District, or Sushi Ike, just to name a few. But all I got was “Yes” as he slowly drove down my street, turned left on Franklin and headed east driving 17 mph in a 35 mile zone. (more…)
