Outfit: fresh from work. Brown slacks with a polka dot top that made me feel a little chubby :(
wedge heels and a camouflage backpack.
Date: pau hana drink
I had some moments of reflection while he answered his five phone calls. He was attentive to me in an absent sort of way, toying with a loose drawstring on my side pants pocket, noticing a shiny button on the front of my blouse, replacing a rampant strand of my hair, playing with the buddha ring on my finger. It was romantic in a sweet sense and made me realize that I hadn't been touched or noticed in that way for over 5 years. It gave me a sense of comfort and also one of melancholy. I deserve to feel admired. Why could even a stranger nonchalantly manage to make me feel tended to during a phone conversation, yet for 5 years I was barely able to hold hands with my last ex in public? I felt a bit of shame about that thought and also a warm feeling of joy to be experiencing it again. It was a memory of relationships past that I missed terribly.
But who does that, goes home to eat dinner with parents and then plans a second run of a date?! I can't possibly compete with mom's homemade cooking. I think that this "date" was poorly planned, but I might be willing for him to make it up to me. Then again, maybe I give guys too many chances and I should just shut the door on this one. Tricky.
Note to men everywhere:
DO NOT PLAN A DATE THE SAME TIME YOU HOST A DINNER PARTY, AND NOT INVITE THE DATE.


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