We had been chatting for a day and a half. I couldn`t bare it any longer, as writing clearly wasn`t his best subject. I hoped, and prayed even, that he would have many other qualities to show off. I could manage without text. This was the emoji- generation, after all.
He got to choose whether we would meet up in the afternoon, or in the evening. All the initiative had left me feeling a bit manly. Displaying some degree of masculinity was okey. However, now it felt like I was holding the door and removing chairs at the same time. It was too much to handle. Therefore, I decided to adopt a more passive position. Obviously, I didn`t offer him to choose the time- frame either. I just kept quiet, and hoped he would make the next move within reasonable time. Thank God, he did.
The big event took place at a pub. More precisely, the pub. I had been there so many times before, I literally transformed into date- mode the second I entered the doorstep. Now it was all about the dimples,red lipstick and perfect hairdo. The only thing stressing me out was the staff. They never seemed to be anywhere else, but here. All of them. Always. You might say they kind of knew me. It had occured to me, that they might secretly judge me at this point. Petty me, even. Although, I slightly expected them to be more impressed than anything else, by my ever- lasting optimism and true commitment.They knew, as well as I, that this was far from pleasant, nor satisfying. Nevertheless,it had to be done.
It just wasn`t meant to be. 20 seconds into the date, I knew this. It was during a 20- seconds- monologue actually. While he was talking, I made all the observations needed. And I knew for a fact. It probably seems harsh and prejudiced, but that`s the nature of it. It doesn`t take long. Now it was only a matter of endurement. Without doubt, he was a good guy. Chances are he was the best guy out there. Anyhow, mother nature protested, loud and clear. I must admit I wished I`d stayed home, but I had to keep it up for at least an hour. Luckily, I had been given quite a few opportunities to practise this, throughout the years. I ordered more red wine. I went for the peanuts. And then, all of a sudden, the highlight of the evening came along. He had ghosts in his apartment! I`m guessing it`s unnecessary to say I argued against, when he suddenly asked about me. Fortunately, I managed to convince him I was more of a listener, and asked him to carry on.
And this is how single girls survive the city. Occasionally they stroll home,wearing the same amount of lipstick as before. However, they got to sip on some wine…and, hey! They even got a story for free! Then it`s back to world wide web, and man up. Whatever it takes to get a slightly different outcome, next week.