First Date

So this is what it's like. I've already forgotten how it felt until I was practically shaking while waiting in the restaurant. He was late. When he finally arrived, there's that relief upon learning that he looks even better in person. Yes, even with the styes he warned me about. Let's call him Dr. W. Great skin, nice smile and I love his fingers. There was awkward silence at several points. Good thing the food wasn't bad. But halfway into the date, I already sensed that it's not going to work out. I wish we had more chemistry. Even the live music didn't save it--and to think they played Moon River, which happens to be one of my most favorite songs. After the short dinner, we walked around the area. Our arms brushed against each other and there were chuckles here and there but it just didn't seem good enough. The cold weather would've made the night nicer but it just made it exactly that, cold.

Upon saying goodbye, we shook hands. Mr. W's palm was so soft it was killing me. I wanted to look back but I didn't and just kept walking until I literally got lost, yet gain, in QC.

I should do this more often.

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