2008-10-26: Date

This is the bartender from yesterday. She got off work at 1 p.m. and I had class at 2 p.m., so we didn’t have much time to see each other. Better than nothing, though.

I texted her with callback humor, then asked if she’s wearing her awesome uniform (which I had poked fun at the day before, saying that her outfit is rather boring compared to bartenders in New York).

At 1 I called her and asked where she was, she said she was working and that she’ll call me back. At 1:15 I texted her, “What’s taking so long? Need help taking off your awesome uniform?”, to set a bit of a sexual vibe. She called me back, “You perv, I’m outside.”

I didn’t know where to go, so as much as I wanted to lead, I asked her for suggestions and chose one. We went to a French restaurant. We had a table with four seats. The waiter put us across from each other, but I told her to sit facing the window with me, so that we can see people walking by. She complied.

I touched her shoulder here and there, eventually getting my arm around her. Her legs were leaning into mine. We talked about different things, and as soon as I thought the conversation was getting into the friend zone, I used the blender routine. It was the first time I used it, which Brad later said would always fail, but I proved him wrong, haha! The mood instantly changed, she said she wasn’t sure if she could last 20 minutes, I was so charismatic. Unfortunately I was really hungry and we wound up eating soon after that. We still had normal conversation, it wasn’t highly sexual but it wasn’t bland either.

We finished up food. I had her walk me back to the hotel. I put my arm around her as we walked. Half a block away, she said she had to go meet a friend in ten minutes. If that’s a lie, I’m guessing she didn’t want to have her coworkers see her with me. That’s fine with me. I hugged her, wussed out and kissed her next to the lips instead of on the lips, and we said our goodbyes. I told her her blender’s in the mail. I should have said she lost the blender.