There’s nothing like that feeling when things are clicking at the beginning of a relationship. The excitement of your text messages immediately being returned. That person getting your jokes. Testing the waters of sexual innuendo. It’s like crack. But that inertia can only last for so long. A first meet up must be necessary. Plus well, that’s the point.
But as vibrant and fun as the text message portion can be, when you actually meet the person all can go to hell. Maybe they don’t look like their picture. Maybe they’re an ass hole. You must remember, when you first meet someone, we take what we know then fill in the gaps with our imaginations. We do it with presidential candidates, jobs, everything. So when you’re sitting at that table for the first time, the reality gets defined as your hopeful imaginings die. And for that reason (among others) that first date I tend to make lite. Coffee, maybe a bar. NEVER dinner.
I met Quantum Entropy for dinner at a place called the Crooked Knife. (yup I just contradicted myself.) Upon seeing her, I think my impression was “I think this could work.” Granted I was hoping for “My God! Her pictures don’t do her justice!,” but at least it wasn’t “oh Lord, so that’s why she didn’t have any pictures from the neck down.” Her style wasn’t quite a match and if anything you do to your nails impedes any hand movement, it’s a turn off, but I knew she was from Jersey when I messaged her. However, in addition to the shared interested/sense of humor she also had a little bit of fire. And has been a while since I’ve played with fire.
The date itself did what I hoped. It continued that momentum where the text messages left off. But then it did even more. Dinner finished, we each had two drinks, the restaurant was closing. Most first dates that would be it. But then her fire came out and she wasn’t done with me. We hit the bar next door. When you get caught up with someone there is a magic that can happen. Like a shared solitude that the rest of the world can’t penetrate. The Crooked Knife had been a place where a server brings your drinks on a tray. This bar was a place you had to shout at the fat old bartender over a row of barflies to get your shots.
I don’t remember when the first kiss happened. I just remember sitting on couches towards the back while the MTV music awards were on. Or maybe it was the Grammy’s. Either way an old man was looking at us and Adele just won album of the year. I didn’t care because Quantum Entrophy was playing with my beard as she made out with me. The she pulled away and looked at me with what I call hungry eyes as she said, “You’re going to be fun.”
I offered to walk her home ( she lives like 2 blocks away ) to which she politely refused.
“Yea, I just…have this thing…”
“I know you’re not crazy, I have this thing about guys knowing where I live…I’ve had some bad experiences…”
And we left it at that. But now I was wondering what I was dealing with. Was this an overly cautious girl or was she hiding something? Come back next week to find out!
–Big Mack Attack