Date # 4: Spider Girl
For some reason I woke up that morning with a good feeling. I guess he had hooked me with his tale of guarding a family of ducks crossing the highway. Sure, they all got smooshed on the other side, but his effort was touching. That and the fact that he doesn’t have the heart to get rid of his deceased dog’s water dish. Not to mention his general sweetness.
Plus he has an English accent.
We met at Red’s Tapas. We had pickle skewers, Spanish omelette, cheese and white beans and garlic on toast.
Ideal date food.
I was less nervous than usual. I found out he had a 16 year old son. (A dude with a 16 year old?!) We ate, we talked. We had a lovely time. He was the first date to insist upon paying the bill.
This scores big points with me. I like to be fair, you pay once, I pay next time. But I do like when the man at least makes the move to pay the first time. If he asks me out.
I didn’t want the date to end, so I asked if he’d like to go for a walk. We dropped the leftovers at my place, where he inspected my bookshelf. I found out later he took general notes of my taste. (Found this out on the second date.)
We took his car back to his garage. (A dude with a car?!) I asked to see his yard, since I knew he was a gardener. As he went on about his akebia, (A dude with an akebia?!) I knew I would kiss him.
Actually, he kissed me as we headed back up the steps.
I obsessed about the fact that I had garlic breath.
And then we found that we had been locked into the yard.
None of the other tenants were home. To climb out, we’d have to go through several yards, which really didn’t look doable.
We waited. He tried calling people.
I saw a neighbor, and old man in a bathrobe, in the first floor window next door.
I scaled the wall, before he even knew what was happening.
So I scared the crap out of the old man, and he got his son to let me through. I was very apologetic.
The poor man.
Imagine sitting cozy in your kitchen, drinking your nightly glass of orange flavored Metamucil, and the next thing you know some depraved woman is in your yard? I purposely went, since I figured a 5’4” female is less intimidating than a 6’ tall male.
After all this adventure, we made out for a while. Then he walked me home, and we made out a little while longer.
Cheese, adventure, garlic, good kisses…my ideal date.
I know. Blaarf.
