surprise the conversation still went pretty solidly.
Our encounter worked out perfectly; he was working construction on a site around the corner from where I was working, and during his break we decided to meet up for a quick romantic Tim Horton’s coffee. Honestly, that’s just the way I like it… in and out. Short and sweet. Less awkward. Less pressure.
Also to my surprise, he actually looked exactly the way he did in his profile: 6’4, check. Blue eyes, check. Hair, check. Spoke English, check. All looked Kosher to me. Even in his rugged construction gear, he was very handsome! We grabbed a coffee, and as if there was an invisible timer on the table, we chatted about every subject possible; our jobs, our travels, the weather, our previous (terrible) online dating experience. Although it was over in 24 minutes, it was probably one of the better dates I’ve ever been on: it was simple, direct and to the point and best of all, not in the least bit awkward. Almost seemed natural. Could it be all that previous texting had paved the way? He walked me to the nearest subway stop, hugged me goodbye…and then texted me 4 minutes later. “So??”
I couldn't help but smile; it’s almost as if it was expected. I probably would have been disappointed had I not received a text! Secretly, I liked this. Hey, it’s better than an under-texter, right? And guess what? As I’m writing this blog, I’ve already got a 2nd date lined up with the O-T. One a little bit longer, and not in a work uniform. Saturday night – dinner and drinks.
But, that’s almost a week from now... hopefully I won’t have to cancel it due to carpal tunnel syndrome.
Until we type again,
La Blonde xx