Sunday, April 3, 2011
Blogging leads to my first/last/only date with my crush
Hi, this is Josefina. I was nervous to go to school Friday because I know some of my friends from my classes read this blog from time to time, and I was afraid someone would have seen Molly's little info dump about my crush on a boy named David Ryan. I walked into the building with my head held high, but I could just feel the gossip in the air.
Everyone knew. Including David! Once I decided I wasn't going to die or sink into the floor with embarrassment, I actually listened to what he was saying - and it turned out he liked me too! He asked if I wanted to go for coffee that night! I told him no because it was Bree's party (as we already blogged about,) but we rescheduled for tonight, Saturday.
Tonight, I had my date. I put on my nice white blouse and a pair of jeans my sisters say looks good, and met him at Tim Horton's for hot drinks. At least... that was the theory. I knew my date wasn't going to go well because he was forty minutes late, and told me he was having a "bad hair day." I get those too - everyone does - but I still live my life! Sheesh! I figured he was just nervous, rather than as vain as that sounded.
It didn't take me long to realize the date wasn't going well. He thought I was pretty; I thought he was handsome. But the fact was, we didn't have anything else in common. All he wanted to talk about was sports. Did I watch the World Cup? This team or that one was his favourite for baseball and football and whatever. And on and on. Now, I don't dislike sports, but they aren't one of my interests. My knowledge of the topic (and frankly, my attention span regarding the subject) was pretty quickly exhausted.
After that, we talked about school... but our hearts just weren't in it. Who wants to go out on a Saturday night and have nothing to talk about besides classes and homework and our other friends? Eventually we were just pretty much sitting in silence, with him sipping his cappuccino and me with my hot chocolate. We weren't mad at each other but there was just nothing else left to say.
So once we were done with our drinks, we said goodnight. I think we both knew there wasn't going to be a second date. (And yes, he gave me permission to tell my blog friends about it.) I think it was worth going, though. It made me more confident to see that I could interest someone, even if it didn't work out. I was reminded of a valuable lesson, too... romance has to be more than skin deep. Maybe next time, it'll be more right.