I had a damn near perfect first date on Sunday.
We were batting about times and I specifically said that I was available during the day. So he suggested that we go for a walk on the highline (he lives nearby) and then go for brunch. It sounded like a great idea to me, weather permitting. I saw brunch as an option. Kind of a, ‘if we’re having fun’ thing.
Our walk was pleasant and fun and we had plenty to talk about. We were sitting and talking at one point when he pulled out his phone. I assumed it was buzzing and he needed to check to see if it was important/work-related. Instead he said, “sorry, just checking the time. I made brunch reservations for 2:30 at [name of very nice restaurant]”.
And so after our walk we made our way to brunch, which was lovely and then said our good-byes. Will there be a second date? Maybe, I don’t know. He’s out of town now, for work. Typical of me, he’s away a lot and hours after our date he had to leave (I saw an old friend yesterday and we talked about the fact that I seem to have a knack for dating men who are either emotionally unavailable, physically unavailable or both – but that’s a whole other post or a series of posts).
The point is, he planned the perfect Sunday afternoon date. Absolutely perfect. And that made me like him more. It just did. Because he had his shit together and I find that really, very hot.
And now for a musical interlude (sorry, I am a child of the 70s, and this was the song that ran through my mind when I sat down to write this last night).
Tags: brunch, first date