girlfiend

I went on my first post-boyfriend date tonight. It was pretty awful. The guy was really nice. Flowers in hand, he came all the way to Fairmount to pick me up. He was early and I was unprepared. He looked at my books for a while and asked to see some pictures. Weird. It occurred to me that I still have pictures of B and me all over the house. I’ll have to do something about that if I ever actually want to start dating.

We took a cab to center city. For reasons unbeknownst to me, he took me to the Plough and the Stars, an Irish restaurant in Old City. The food was fine, but he kept asking about my former boyfriend which was really creepy. I kept thinking that I’d much rather be home watching Friends. That statement will eventually come back to haunt me.

After dinner he tried to persuade me to go for an after dinner drink. I was completely disinterested and feigned exhaustion. We left and he immediately hailed a cab. I was so relieved that I’d soon be heading home until he got in too.

He walked me to my house and seemed to realize I didn’t want him to come in. He left within a minute after an awkward attempt at a kiss that I tried to simultaneously avoid and ignore. I immediately ran to the answering machine. None of the messages were from B.