I’ve now been on my second First Date. This time we went for a movie first, and then grabbed some coffee afterwards.
First off, if you haven’t seen it, Life of Pi was an amazing movie. It was so visually arresting, and I cried several times. We saw it in 3D and it was, for once, well worth the price. And, interesting fact, bananas float.
As far as anything else floating, lead balloons come to mind. My date was pleasant enough and reminded me of someone I would meet in a good baptist church back when I was a good christian girl. I was afraid to say too much for fear that I would assault his fine sensibilities.
We had differing opinions of what the message of the Oscar-winning black & white movie Marty was all about. I think that said a lot. He also seemed eager to talk about himself, but not really ask much about me. I found myself prompting the conversation along, and when I purposely stopped talking so he could discuss things of his choosing or ask me questions, there was silence.
I felt very young next to him and very wild and uncouth. I was like a hippie trying to strike up a conversation with a Republican. It reminded me a lot of a scene from Same Time Next Year with Ellen Burstyn and Alan Alda. Without all the passion.
The date ended rather quickly, and he asked me whether he could just drop me off or if he needed to park and hug me a second time. Then he told me I was definitely geeky and that he would like to attend Geek Meets. But didn’t mention a second date. I was relieved. However, he did follow up pretty quickly with an email thanking me for the date and telling me liked geeky. Still no mention of a second date.
I think I would scare him running into the hills on a second date. Like a citizen running from Geekzilla. He really should save himself.
The first First Date, I felt like the more mature person. This time I felt like the more wild and youthful person. Third time’s the charm?