Task: Meet Person X at 730pm at location Y for coffee as planned. Do not bail no matter how badly I want to.
Starting around 5pm I began feeling a tingling sensation in my stomach which eventually spread across my whole body. Around 630pm I began hunting for reasons not to go. What if we had nothing to talk about? I was driving her so it could end up going so very badly. What if she thought I was boring, weird, annoying or, *gasp* all of the above? What if she thought I was unbelievably ugly? What if she thought I was a loser? What if she thought I dressed unfortunately? And once again, what if we had nothing to talk about? I even thought about taking my handy dandy, super dorky kit for situations like this. The kit consists of a sheet of paper that has a list of conversation topics. You can judge me about this. I certainly judge myself. Around 720, after having spent the past 45 minutes in an anxiety ridden, jittery state of affairs, I changed my outfit 8 times, texted her about how I was running late and left.
I ordered a medium coffee with water. She ordered a latte. We sat by the window. We stayed until the shop closed. I was a hot mess the whole time. I found her to be genuine.
"Well, thanks for the ride, you've got my number, gimme a call if you want to do this again."
"You've got mine and can also call me you know." This line was delivered with a half smile.
Results Analysis:
I wish I could know if she was totally bored or not. I would do it again.
Friday, January 29, 2010
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