Oh where to start…
So I went on a date with this girl I met on the match.coms during a freak potato peeling accident last Friday. Standard fare, dinner and drinks. Being one who doesn’t eat I usually encourage them to choose a restaurant where possible (though I’m still happy to pay). Well, after picking her up in a very sexy black dress (that she was wearing, not me. It occurs to me that sentence may be ambiguous) we headed out to a place called “The Vig.” Some sort of nice looking uptown affair with music, nightlife, good food, valet parking, etc.
Well we get there and there was a 45 minute wait, so we high-tailed it to some other Applebees-like restaurant. And it was there that the most amazing thing happened. Looking over the menu, the girl I was with looked up to me and said “There’s something I need to tell you. I’m afraid I don’t really eat that much.” I asked her to explain, she told me about how she feels the need to eat things a very specific way, that she only really enjoys bland flavours, and that she has a bit of an issue with textures. And in this moment I got the biggest smile on my face and couldn’t help but think to myself “My gods, I think we may have a winner here!”
We then proceeded to talk and laugh and enjoy the rest of the night together sharing how much else we had in common. I couldn’t stop smiling the entire time as I listened to her talk about our similar work environments, love of various esoteric tv programmes, opinions of arizona, style of driving, shared taste in food (French toast seems to be a common favourite for both of us), outlook on stupid people, etc, etc. I had to keep pinching myself to ensure that it was all real, as every time she would say something to me her face would just light up. A massive spark of intelligence would appear in her eyes, a huge and wonderful smile would spread across her face as the words passed her lips, and I would just be left dazed and clinging on to each sentence she said.
And so I spent the entire weekend with her. Neither of us seemed to want things to end, that we could just hold one another and smile and share just a little bit more of ourselves with each other. And all I can describe it is like remembering back to the first time one ever fell in love. I’m sure you all remember that experience, of finding someone for the first time as a teenager and naively giving your whole heart to them. Sharing your thoughts and feelings freely without realising that they’re just going to leave you two weeks later for the high school football quarterback after receiving a wedgie from him so bad you can literally taste your underwear then watching as they walk off together crushing your very soul and making you never want to love again. Well it feels a lot like the first part of that, where we just became one, where we could just share open and intimately caring emotions with one another despite only just having met. Thankfully neither of us are in high school anymore so I doubt there’ll be any more wedgies :) Or rather, at least we’ve both been through that before, so it feels even more free knowing that if there is an eventual collapse of the relationship that I will survive to see the other side.
Not that I want to give up now. Not by a long shot. I feel we’re only just getting started 