At one point, I didn’t think the date was going to work out.
T and I were having breakfast with my mom and step-dad (who had come to visit from the Bay Area) when I got a text message. The store was short-staffed and he’d have to work until 8. Then he had to change it to 9. Then he suggested we just meet for frozen yogurt because he got hungry and ate dinner already.
Fifteen minutes before 9, he said he was on his way to the frozen yogurt shop. I sat in my car, outside of my home, for three full minutes before even putting the key in the ignition.
My heart had started racing again.
This wasn’t my first date since the divorce, but it was the first time I’d been asked out. Those other dates, the ones from the online dating experiment, really affected me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to date. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for rejection and heartbreak and all the bad things that happen to people who date.
I’m a bit of pessimist.
I looked at myself in a mirror and told myself to turn the car on. I did. And then I drove off. I took the long way, my lame attempt at postponing the inevitable.
I pulled into the parking lot, and the frozen yogurt place was dark. There was a FOR LEASE sign in the window.
I got a text message. I’m here.
I looked around, and realized I’d gone to the wrong place. So I drove off again, this time headed in the right direction.
He met me outside, just as I had requested. We went inside, got our yogurt, and then headed to an outside table. Despite a light wind, the weather was really nice.
We ate our yogurt and he told me how he had waffled a lot before finally asking me out. We laughed at how it only took him a “few” months to get up the courage. We talked a lot. As people on dates (especially first ones) tend to do.
He asked me what I considered a date. He seemed surprised that our little yogurt meet-up was a date in my eyes. He shook his head, no. This was not enough to call it a date. The store was going to be short-staffed for about two weeks. Two weeks, and he wanted to take me out on a real date.
I said okay.
It was getting chilly. We went into his car to talk some more.
To be continued…