Monday, May 26, 2008

The Date

I am sure you are all at the edge of your seats waiting to here about The Date. Well internets, sit back and relax, because there is not too much to tell.

In the midst of my pre-date freak out I emailed a close college friend of mine to find out what her rules of dating were (because shockingly, the internet had very little to offer). Her basic two rules were this (1) dress so you’re comfortable whatever skirt/pants sexamble you decide on and (2) don’t sleep with him on the first date (done and done).

Bobo and I have a not-so-long-standing rule of No Movies On First Dates. “Well done for breaking that one right away DB” was my initial thought. However, by utilizing a technicality in the No Movies Rule, I actually didn’t break it. Because you see, the showing of Indy that we wanted sold out before we got there; which meant that we had 3 hours before the next showing to go on two different dates.

First we had orgasmically delicious hot chocolate (took the sex out of the equation immediately).

Then, we went up to the Rialto Tower and saw a 360-degree view of the city. When my parents came to visit me in Melbourne in 2006, we went up there too. They show this 10-minute movie displaying all of Melbourne’s most fabulous sights. When I went with my parents I was so distraught with the fact that I had to leave Australia that I actually cried. I told Not Daniel or Eric that story before we got there, and at the end of the movie he looked at me and said, “Do I see tears.” Cheeky bastard.

I think the Rialto Tower at night was a little more romantic than either of us were really prepared for. I mean, night time looking at out at the city, spying on people in the ferris wheel with high powered binoculars, all the pretty twinkling lights…it was cliché—and a bit over the top.

Anyhoo, then he and I walked back to the movie theatre. As we sat waiting for the movie to begin, we talked about baseball. I have to marvel at how this life of mine has panned out. I never would have guessed that at 22, I would be sitting by a clock discussing the Red Sox with a German guy in Melbourne. And I couldn’t be happier.

So finally we commenced date 3, Indiana Jones.

Nearly six hours after our date began, I called a cab and went home.

To be honest, I am still not sure if it was a date or not. Boys should come with guidebooks. About an hour into Indy, I started panicking about the goodnight kiss – would there be one? What if I’ve forgotten how? I hope, maybe, there isn’t one? Because I seriously can’t handle that right now. Can he hear my inner monologue? I had myself in such a tizzy that I actually got nauseous, well done me.*

*Yes, I am perfectly aware that I haven’t disclosed any information about whether the kiss did or did not take place (I am a lady – we don’t kiss and tell…or is that we don’t kiss at all? Rules have so many caveats in them these days).

1 comment:

  1. And then!?!??!!?
    YOU are too GORGEOUS!
    see u dancing queen xoxo
    p.s i got attacked by a cockatoo today! almost bit my finger to the bone. thought i was going to pass out. now i cant feel my finger. HA! ... ok maybe not funny.
    p.s.s the twins are fine, despite the alcohol :P