My vagina made me do it.

We had exchanged emails for a while, but life did not permit a meeting until 2 weeks later. He had just come back from a solo surfing trip in Costa Rica.

He had cool glasses, the kind with a ‘surprise’ on the inside rim, like mine. He wore an old man cardigan by Penguin and jeans that came up too high. Jeans are fixable.

We ended up at Fragole. I had polenta with a mushroom cream sauce and and insalata rustica. Both delicious.

We shared a bottle of Nero D’Avola, which reminded me of the now defunct Paninotecca. (Screw you, Wing Bar!)

Perfectly normal conversation, though a bit awkward. I felt like I was making a lot of effort, and the red wine was not helping. (Note-I shall henceforth drink what I want to drink and not worry about being polite. Not because of this date, but because it’s stupid of me to drink something I know I don’t really want.)

It was odd. This guy has 2 cats, a place in Vermont where he brews his own beer and breeds daylillies, and…nothing. At one point it really hit me:

This guy is cute. And nice.

And I feel nothing by way of attraction.

Turns out the feeling was mutual.

He gave me an awkward hug goodbye and that was that.

This post is as boring as the date itself.