I went on my first met-online date.
We went for Vietnamese food at one of the best restaurants for it in town. His recommendation.
I got there first, which is extremely rare, but that’s what nervousness will do for you. He arrived and looked remotely like his profile picture, a good sign.
I talked, a lot, which I tend to do when I am nervous, especially when the other person doesn’t seem to be talking much.
He seemed to find it charming.
He bought dinner, I asked to contribute, he said, “no.” Honestly, as much as I am a modern woman with a good feminist side, I’m a little traditional when it comes to dating, I like that he paid.
He took my number and said he would text.
I said “goodbye” and walked home.
I’m not really sure how I feel about the whole thing – I find it funny that he is an engineer; this makes it the third (maybe more) that I have dated.
There really wasn’t a moment of connection. Should there be? I mean when I met the German at that wedding, I had butterflies in my stomach, felt dizzy and could hardly breathe. He’s the one that sent flowers, to my office a continent away, just because. But … look where that got me – online dating. So does that love/lust at first sight need to exist?
If he texts, I’d see him again. If he doesn’t, it’s back to the inbox.
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