I went on a date tonight. We went to see a show and met up with his incredibly smart, witty friends at a diner and ate vegan BLTs and drank New Glarus. Then we tried to go to karaoke but it was not working or something so we walked like ten miles to this little bar but I was wearing heels so I was whining the whole time about how far away it was. It’s amazing that people even talk to me. The bar turned out to be only a few blocks from my house but the boy’s car was way back at the karaoke place, a thousand miles away, so he just walked me home before walking back to his car.
I thanked him for the good time and said that I liked his friends very much and he said that he’d actually never met them before. As I fumbled around for my keys at the door, he hesitated awkwardly and as I finally turned the knob to go inside, he said in a rush “Umm, woulditbeokayifiaskedyoutodinnersometime?”
I stopped and turned to look at him thoughtfully and paused.
“Okay,” he sighed with obvious relief. “Then I’ll call you sometime this week.”