dan the israeli guy

This date started out weird - he brought me flowers. Sweet, but we were at a bar. Plus it was a bouquet with roses -- too much too soon. We ended up doing three dates in one so I had to carry them around with me all night.

I also misjudged the bar and didn't realize that it was a fancy restaurant on weekends. I thought we were just getting drinks -- I don't do first date dinner dates. So I had pear cider and sweet potato fries and he ate dinner. He suggested a movie, and since I'm on summer break and have no plans, I agreed. He insisted on buying the tickets.

We killed the hour before showtime drinking at a hotel bar nearby. That's where he leaned over on the couch and kissed me. I let him. His lips were soft. I so did not care about the kiss and that's when I knew there was no jazz. Our drinks finished, we watched the movie in my favorite seats -- the way back.

Dan the Israeli guy gets some positive points for being touchy in a good way. If we had actually been dating for a while, the hand-holding, kissing, thigh-gripping etc would have been awesome. On a first date it made me feel sort of like a high-class escort.

When I got home, I wanted to throw the flowers away but felt sorry for them. So I cut up the bouquet and took out the mini purple filler buds for a vase in my bathroom. After putting them in water, I realize they are dried and will live forever.