I just got home from my first date of Churning 2: Electric Boogaloo. I met up with a dude I met online at a cool, mellow bar near my apartment. He selected it and the location couldn't have been more convenient. We chatted. It was pleasant. I had one Miller Lite (over an hour and a half) and he had a gin and tonic and a Miller Lite. There was no awkward pauses. I talked a bit too much about Twilight (yes, the horrid vampire book series that I shamefully dig) but he kept asking about it so I kept talking about it. He was extremely engaging and polite.
After an hour and 45 minutes I told him I was ready to go and we left. He walked me home and my inner monologue was going nuts -- "don't kiss me. don't kiss me. don't kiss me. don't try and make a move. why is he walking me home? is he a gentleman? or is he thinking he'll make a move? don't kiss me. don't kiss me. don't kiss me."
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| He said he saw a rat. |
We hugged goodbye (still not a fan of hugs) and he went in for a kiss. And I gave him the cheek. I think he thought about going in for a kiss again so I opened my gate. Then he said he saw a rat. Um, what? And I wasn't sure if it was a line that he thought would get me to move towards him or if he saw a rat for real. Either way I was done. I said "goodnight" and "thank you" and went inside.
I'm not sure if there was a spark missing or if I am simply a wet match that needs to dry before a spark can ignite. I'm still not sure if I'm ready to date but it was a pleasant evening. It didn't feel romantic and I got nervous when we made eye contact but I guess it's just practice. I'm going to keep churning until I am a dry match ready for ignition.
For the record: He paid.
