Okay, all the evidence would suggest that Monday night’s “date” was not a “date.”
Exhibit A: He put our names on the waiting list at Tria then escorted me to another bar (Valanni) for what I assumed would comprise a quick “pre-dinner drink.”
Turns out this “pre-dinner drink” was it. There was no dinner. No return to Tria, and no wine and cheese pairings, which I’d been really looking forward to, I might add.
Exhibit B: He did not pay for my drink.
Exhibit C: He did not offer to walk me home, hail me a cab, accompany me to the bus stop or even give me the usual, “Be safe, okay? Send me a text to let me know you got home alright.”
I know the whole concern for one’s safety thing usually comes in a bit later in the dating process—say a third or fourth date, not a second, or a first-and-a-half in our case—but still, his demeanor, his manner of dress and his entire lack of decorum would suggest that it was a not a date.
And he should know better.
I’m still waiting for his consent to explain exactly why he should know better (it has to do with what he used to do for a living and I’ve always tried to respect my dates’ privacy in this regard) so I’m hoping he’ll get back to me soon because trust me on this one, folks: you’re never going to believe it.
In the meantime, I am still nursing my ankle (can I just say that trekking across town in heels for a date, only to discover that said date is once again wearing sneakers is so not cool? Granted, no one told me to wear heels, or to try on 63 different outfits beforehand, but it was the first day of real spring weather here in Philadelphia. I’m only human. Surely my female readers will understand).
Also, today is already a bad day and it’s not even 8:00am. Why? Well, I received a rather disturbing email this morning from the “Content Compliance Program Director” over at AOL’s City Best. It took me a while to sort through all of the corporate mumbo-jumbo (especially because I was checking my email on my Droid, still in bed and half asleep) but once I got through it, I understood the following: my column (and those of all other AOL freelancers) is being cut, effective today.
I might have to break my “no chocolate before noon” rule because this is going to require some very strategic thinking on my part and even if chocolate won’t help me think, it will at least help me stay awake long enough to figure out what to do.