I went on an amazing date today with a boy from the interwebs named Eli. Eli and I have been exchanging messages for the past 3 weeks or so, and by Monday I thought that it was time we met up. I messaged him to ask him out for coffee, he accepted, and we met at one of my favorite places at 3 pm. I beat him there, ordered an iced chai latte, and he called a couple of times to (1) tell me he was running about 5 minutes late, and then (2) tell me that he was having a difficult time finding parking.
I settled at a table, and looked up from the Tetris game on my phone, just as he was walking in. We shook hands and talked as he was standing in line for hot chocolate. The first thing I noticed is that he has these amazing medium-brown eyes that I had to keep looking away from, because they were making me nervous (in a girlie-giddy kinda way). We settled in at a new table, started asking and answering those usual first-date kinda questions. Everything felt really comfortable. Eli is from Cameroon and has a deliberate, gentle way of speaking that kinda makes you hang onto his words. Our conversation had a few natural long pauses but, overall, flowed pretty easily.
After our first round of drinks, we decided to walk a couple of blocks to a frozen yogurt place that we'd just discussed liking, and sat and ate yogurt and talked about our families and our future babies (well, not "our" future babies, per say..but how many kids we wanted, where we wanted to live, etc, etc). Then, when the yogurt was consumed, we strolled around for another hour and a half popping in and out of shops and talking, and talking, and talking. Eli and I seem to have similar personalities: we're both relatively reserved, but really great at one-on-one conversations. We quickly developed a rapport with one another which made it easy to joke around throughout the date.
Eventually we made our way back to my car that was parked in front of the coffee shop and he told me that he'd like to ask me for dinner, but that he'd already made plans to meet up with a friend. He, instead, asked me out for dinner on Tuesday night. I told him that I'd be busy on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, so we settled for a tennis match and dinner after work on Thursday (if the weather is nice), or just dinner if it is not. And then we shook hands again, because it seemed like the most appropriate gesture and he watched me get into my car before walking back to his.
He called me about 10 minutes after I got home to make sure that I made it safely and to tell me that he enjoyed our date! And now, Thursday seems so far away...
Please excuse me while I melt!
-L
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