When I paid the check, she told me her heels were still bothering her and asked if I would get the car. “This is the worst thing I’ve ever done, but my feet really hurt.”I laughed, “If this is the worst thing you’ve ever done, you’re clearly a nice person. I felt like my frustration had made me pushy, and now I was going to scare her away completely. She kissed my hand but winced when I leaned in to kiss hers.An exceptionally nice person.” I planted a kiss on her cheek and made sure the mustached mixologist saw it.“I’ll be right back with the car,” I said with a grin. After a while, she stopped answering my texts, and after a slightly longer while, I stopped fooling myself into thinking she would answer.Hanging out: They come over to your place, you watch a movie, everybody drinks tea, they go home. Hanging out: They tell that story about the time they went home with this really hot dude but then he turned out to have a peace sign tattooed on his inner thigh and they just couldn’t deal with that level of earnestness but they totally hooked up anyway. Unless someone’s in the bathroom — that’s when you text your actual friends to tell them how it’s going.
I tried as hard as possible to act like my date and I were a couple, because I was terrified the bartender might start flirting with her if he saw a green light.
Together, my date and I explored four of the restaurant’s boozy concoctions, which helped me feel less nervous.
We both loved cats, baseball, museums, hiking and musical theater and, apparently, we both loved Christmas lights too. The sidewalk graduated upward from the street to the houses, and I kept wondering whether I should be a gentleman and walk on the street side, making her six inches taller instead of two. Fortunately, she had a firm enough grip on my hand to maintain her balance and stop the fall. She told me she’d been wanting to check out the Larchmont, a cozy restaurant five blocks north.
We laughed, and I tried to snuggle up to her, but when I leaned in, she stayed put. I should have driven, but I enjoyed walking with her and didn’t want to admit that the hidden lifts in my shoes were beginning to cause pain.
It is always possible—confusing but possible—that someone for real wants to be your friend. Here's how you know: Dating: If the person who does the asking pays and you feel momentarily weird about it.
Or the person who does the asking doesn't pay—that can be a date too. The point is that it's a date if the check comes and nobody knows what to do about it.
I didn’t want to keep her waiting, but I couldn’t run in the shoes I was wearing. When I think the right person has come along, I try to plan the perfect date, and when the person I’m out with doesn’t feel the magic I want them to feel, I replay the whole evening in my head, wondering what I did wrong.
So I removed my shoes, held them in my left hand, and sprinted the five blocks back to the village. Our first date had been a success, but in the week between then and now, her “prolix” inclinations had dried up, and in person, she had become distant.“I don’t know,” I grunted. This Christmas date ended frustratingly, as did my short quasi-romance with this woman, but a different person would have found it magical.
She loved the date idea and wasn’t turned off by my semi-ironic use of the word “swanky.” We both had an awkward way of speaking.
We both preferred verbose (or “prolix,” as she preferred to say) text messages over phone conversations because we liked to choose our words carefully. We want to publish your story Despite the appeal of lavish Valley light shows, we remained south of the hill and assumed there would be a reasonable amount of Christmas spirit in the Hancock Park neighborhood adjacent to Larchmont Village. Christmas lights in Hancock Park are few and far between, and we walked every “far between,” her in heels, me in my lifts (which I sometimes wear to offset the difference when a date wears heels). Affairs columns I hoped that, after passing all these empty front lawns, we’d find a Santa, a Frosty or a Rudolph that would bear witness to our first kiss, but the lack of Christmas spirit was killing the romantic vibe. She smiled and reached out, but as we locked fingers, her heel landed in a sidewalk crack and she went flying forward.
Hanging out: If they ask you normal questions, like whether you think Justin Bieber is going to get deported and also was good, or just kind of good?