Although this date happened about a month ago...it is worthy of mention. I will call this girl Emily. I like the name Emily and since this girl was kind of annoying, it makes it more bearable if she has a fancy name. It's the little things...no?
So back to Emily. We met up at my place. First date. We hung out for a bit and decided to grab some dinner in the neighborhood...a cute little Thai place that shall remain nameless. Initially I was slightly alarmed because I knew our waiter and I had not seen him since the demise of my last relationship...and I didn't want him to ask where the hell my girlfriend was on my date with some other lady...but it was fine. He kept quiet. In retrospect, maybe he should have said something.
Conversation during dinner was pretty good. Not typical. Strange actually. I recall a story about her mom hitting her with a broom. This was not part of the good conversation. If your mom is mean-tell me on date #5. I don't care on date #1. Chances are I just want to make out. Anyhow...we walked back to my place and chatted some more. After about an hour (finally) some buisness started happening. And by buisness I mean good old fashioned kissing. Nothing more, nothing less. This is when Emily, in her infinte wisdom breaks away and suggests that perhaps we should, "Take it slow," because she keeps fucking things up by going to fast. Ok. This is understandable. Well, not really. It's not like I coaxed her into filming a porno. We were kissing. I swear...I didn't even touch her boobs. Nothing. Sheesh. This isn't 1955.
Soon after, Miss Emily went home. She called me on her way home and I informed her that she left her scarf in my apartment.
She said she would get it, "next time." I haven't seen her since.
I still have this scarf. It's cute.
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