Earlier tonight I met a friend for coffee at a popular local coffee bar. It’s not a great place for dates. I’d certainly never suggest it. But every once and a while I’ll notice couples meeting there for what is obviously their first date.
Tonight I noticed a very cute, youngish guy who was nervously sitting alone, sipping his coffee and taking tiny bites of a cookie. He was so clearly waiting for a blind date, probably someone he met online. Every time an attractive woman came anywhere near his table he jumped up as if to greet her.
He sat there alone for a long time. Now, for all I know, maybe he was early. Or maybe his date was late or lost or stuck on a subway somewhere. But when I left he was still sitting there, and at that point he was looking pretty sad. I was tempted to go up to him and say something, but what was there to say, “I’m sorry if you were stood up. You seem cute and sweet.” No. That wouldn’t have been helpful. I don’t know anything that would be helpful in that situation. Other than, perhaps, a strong shot of whiskey.
Straight from there I went to my date, drinks with a new guy. He’s not going to earn a nickname, which is a little sad because I had high hopes for him. But then, not every date can be a good one and not every guy can be THE GUY.
We should have had a million things to talk about. He should have been really interesting. Instead it was like pulling teeth. He wanted the night to go on longer, for us to grab dinner. But I’m not the kind of girl who’ll accept a dinner invitation from a bland guy. I just won’t. I’d rather go home early and eat cereal from a box in front of the TV.
So there you have it, a tale of two dates, neither of them good. Sorry about that. I know that people prefer happy endings.
Tags: coffee date, first date