Having said all that, I met a really cute guy last weekend. We were introduced by mutual friends, and after an awkward, albeit cute, asking for my number, I didn't hear from him. This game again? I asked my friend about it, and she confided that my call hadn't gone through to him, and he was bummed he hadn't heard from me. So, I went against all I believe and texted to see if he'd be into grabbing drinks. We set a date, and I was about to go on the kind of date only "Along Came Polly" could've thought up. Because of a concert downtown neither of us could've dreamed would bring the crowds it did, we wound up wandering around and landed at the last place I'd really ever choose, but this wasn't the moment for my high-maintenance nature to shine through. Our conversation was a little awkward like all first dates promise, but it was going well! ...until he rushed to the bathroom and didn't emerge for 10 minutes. My first reaction was that I was being stood up in the most awful way, but instead, he came back to say he thought he had food poisoning, but wanted to stick it out!
You guys, he sat there for a half-hour looking miserable, unable to eat, and it was so awkward. I finally convinced him it was okay to go home if you're sick, and after some texting, we've decided the awkwardness/his aspirations to move by summer don't really equate much for us. However, I now have the BEST first date story ever, because how many people can say they've been on the dreaded first date where one of you has to spend awkward amounts of time in the bathroom? Poor guy. He assured me he was very sick, and didn't want me to think it was anything else. At least we tried...and, I think this is better than the guy who proposed to me in a bar an hour after meeting me. Yeah, single life has its stories!