Despite my best efforts to stay cool and keep calm, I completely freaked after my date Monday night.
And not in a good way.
Again I was a ball of nerves all day. Again the plan was to meet at 7pm. Though the location had changed, the drinks remained the same and I was very much looking forward to reconnecting with Caleb, especially after what I thought was a very awesome first date. But still I didn’t want to get too excited; the second date can be a deal breaker.
I ventured over to the new beer and wine garden on 30th Street (part of the expanded Highline) and waited patiently. I wore my green dress with pink polka dots that day since I had received a few compliments on it recently and it hugged in all the right places.
Caleb was just as adorable as I had remembered. He leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek and we made our way to claim our drink tickets. He grew impatient and wondered why the other line was moving faster. He seemed preoccupied and told me about some of his work/life stresses. I thought a few beers might help lighten the mood.
And it did… mostly.
He asked me about my July 4th plans. I told him I was going to see Phish at Watkin’s Glen and he did a slight eye roll. I let it slide. Maybe he had something in his eye? Twenty minutes later, he asked me the same question. Is it possible he forgot what I was doing or was his mind elsewhere? Was he hinting that he wanted to make plans to get together with me that weekend?
He filled me in on some family drama and I played therapist. It’s a role I’m used to filling, but I had mixed feelings being that I was just getting to know him. Maybe he’s just nervous, I told myself.
We discussed art and the various museums the city has to offer. He told me he likes to take his time with each painting so he usually goes alone. I casually offered to go with him the next time and he didn’t take the bait.
Maybe he’s married.
He abruptly told me he had to get going to pack for two separate trips. I was disappointed because I was under the impression we’d have dinner and the night was still young. I told him I could walk him partially and take the Path train that was a bit further but he grumbled something about picking up takeout and I took that as my cue to leave. He said he would call me after July 4th.
In two weeks.
He’s just not that into me.
I felt the tears well up as I unlocked the door to my apartment later that evening. I was upset. It wasn’t about Caleb because I don’t know him well enough. I was tired of dating and putting myself out there only to meet one weirdo and shady guy after another.
The next morning, all my coworkers looked at me with excited anticipation. I shook my head, gave a brief overview of the events, and they exchanged sympathetic glances. They even made me a card with a sweet poem of the various losers I had dated to cheer me up (bless their hearts).
As I walked along 6th Ave last night on my way back from a happy hour, a tall, smiling stranger called out to me. It took me a moment, but then I remembered the trainer who seems to catch me every time I leave my Bikram class. FINALLY I looked like a normal human being, my hair was behaving, and I was even wearing a short skirt. Plus I had just kicked back a few cocktails and was feeling a bit flirtatious. I kissed him on the cheek as though I had known him for ages.
“I knew I’d recognize you without your yoga gear,” he smiled.
And then he took my phone number.
Take that, OkCupid.