Last Night
I figure it could never happen again in a million years. One of those things that could never be planned to happen so perfectly.
Second meeting for this gentleman and myself. I went into the restaurant I was meeting my date at, figuring he was already inside. He was not but I was seated at our reserved table. It's a smallish restaurant with seating for maybe 75. Tables closely positioned to each other. He comes along and we begin to visit, tables beside us -like 2 feet away- bustle with couples chatting. It takes me a few moments to let go of my need to scoot away from their proximity. The couple to my right leaves and I breath more easily. We are snarfing our salads when the door opens and lo and behold, in walks my date from Wednesday night that I decided was not my cuppa tea and had shared that with. I froze. But then I breathed out a sigh of despair to which my date caught and understood immediately. I told him the situation and he giggled. To my horror, I calculated where my former date was going to sit since there were no other tables available.....You guessed it. He made his way behind the hostess to the table to my right, exactly two feet away from me. I didn't know what to do. It was so uncomfortable and I didn't know what was customary in this situation, more for the former date than my current date. My immediate reaction was to say hello but I wasn't sure under the circumstances how the former date would have been with that. My current date, Scott, just giggled quietly and whispered he was glad it was me and not him dealing with this. The former date, Mark, asked the hostess as quietly as he could if there was another available arrangement but of course there wasn't. I finally, after guzzling the rest of my Chianti, leaned over and said hello and asked about the possible chances of all this. He just smiled and asked how I was and that was that. We ignored each other after that effectively. His date arrived after all that, so it saved him some uncomfortable moments, I would wager to say. Maybe I shouldn't have been that uncomfortable but I just felt so guilty?...Exposed?
My dating experiences have been mostly uneventful, with this and one other exception. It was when I decided I was going to try meeting two guys in one day, having made the dates hours apart. We were only meeting for a drink and to chat. It seemed logical to try it. The snag was when the first date and I found the place we were meeting at was closed. He wanted to go to, of all places, the place I was meeting my second date. It seemed fine since it appeared we would have more than enough time to visit and be done before the second meeting time. There was NOT enough time after all. My second date came in an hour earlier and sat RIGHT behind my first date. I was horrified. I couldn't concentrate on my first date and was more than obviously distracted trying not to be distracted. I also ran into confusion on how to get #1 out the door without leaving myself. We finally called it done and I told him I was heading to the bathroom. I stayed in there for at least 10 minutes, hoping # 1 was gone and he was... I never heard from him again. Big surprise. This was all witnessed by #2. He never said a thing. We chatted and he didn't act like it was any big deal. I had a hard time recovering from it all. He had few teeth in his head, however so I guess I was secretly not too worried about making an impression with him (It can be a serious problem when prospective dates are chosen by words and not profile pictures with a grin) He was crazy too.
I wonder if I can find a blog that just posts people's hazardous dating stories.....I would like to compare.
Second meeting for this gentleman and myself. I went into the restaurant I was meeting my date at, figuring he was already inside. He was not but I was seated at our reserved table. It's a smallish restaurant with seating for maybe 75. Tables closely positioned to each other. He comes along and we begin to visit, tables beside us -like 2 feet away- bustle with couples chatting. It takes me a few moments to let go of my need to scoot away from their proximity. The couple to my right leaves and I breath more easily. We are snarfing our salads when the door opens and lo and behold, in walks my date from Wednesday night that I decided was not my cuppa tea and had shared that with. I froze. But then I breathed out a sigh of despair to which my date caught and understood immediately. I told him the situation and he giggled. To my horror, I calculated where my former date was going to sit since there were no other tables available.....You guessed it. He made his way behind the hostess to the table to my right, exactly two feet away from me. I didn't know what to do. It was so uncomfortable and I didn't know what was customary in this situation, more for the former date than my current date. My immediate reaction was to say hello but I wasn't sure under the circumstances how the former date would have been with that. My current date, Scott, just giggled quietly and whispered he was glad it was me and not him dealing with this. The former date, Mark, asked the hostess as quietly as he could if there was another available arrangement but of course there wasn't. I finally, after guzzling the rest of my Chianti, leaned over and said hello and asked about the possible chances of all this. He just smiled and asked how I was and that was that. We ignored each other after that effectively. His date arrived after all that, so it saved him some uncomfortable moments, I would wager to say. Maybe I shouldn't have been that uncomfortable but I just felt so guilty?...Exposed?
My dating experiences have been mostly uneventful, with this and one other exception. It was when I decided I was going to try meeting two guys in one day, having made the dates hours apart. We were only meeting for a drink and to chat. It seemed logical to try it. The snag was when the first date and I found the place we were meeting at was closed. He wanted to go to, of all places, the place I was meeting my second date. It seemed fine since it appeared we would have more than enough time to visit and be done before the second meeting time. There was NOT enough time after all. My second date came in an hour earlier and sat RIGHT behind my first date. I was horrified. I couldn't concentrate on my first date and was more than obviously distracted trying not to be distracted. I also ran into confusion on how to get #1 out the door without leaving myself. We finally called it done and I told him I was heading to the bathroom. I stayed in there for at least 10 minutes, hoping # 1 was gone and he was... I never heard from him again. Big surprise. This was all witnessed by #2. He never said a thing. We chatted and he didn't act like it was any big deal. I had a hard time recovering from it all. He had few teeth in his head, however so I guess I was secretly not too worried about making an impression with him (It can be a serious problem when prospective dates are chosen by words and not profile pictures with a grin) He was crazy too.
I wonder if I can find a blog that just posts people's hazardous dating stories.....I would like to compare.
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