Oolong Tea and Bowling
Date: Feb 11th, 2004 5:15:54 pm - Subscribe
Mood: tired
Soundtrack: "I Live for Speed" by The Star Spangles
Last night I went out on a date. It was the first date I've gone out on in awhile. It was a blind date, and I met him at the Longbranch, which is this little cafe in town that's got a great atmosphere and an even better menu.
The date went mediocre. We mostly talked about the school and the town, bands we've seen, bands we'd like to see, and we bitched about how no bands ever come here. We talked about work and Chicago and St. Louis, and I found it rather annoying that he practically invited himself on my St. Louis excursion this weekend, to go to a friend's magazine release party. When I told him I was going to see the Reverend Horton Heat in Nashville next month, he asked if he could go with right away. Either he's just as lonely as I am, or he's a big city junkie.
After our tea and countless cigarettes, we went to the Stupid Center to go bowling. He tried holding my hand, but I had none of it. I'm not the type of girl who holds hands on the first date, or even kisses a guy good-night on the first date (unless it's someone I have had a huge crush on for a long time, and I can't contain myself).
I actually did decent at bowling, which is surprising, seeing how I haven't bowled in about two years, and I wasn't wearing my glasses last night, which causes me to be blind. I broke 100!
At the end of the night, when he dropped me off at my car (I think he wanted to go back to the Longbranch for some more tea and cigarettes, but I was tired and felt as though the night were strange enough as it was), I think he wanted to kiss me. I just kept shaking his hand and telling him it was really nice to meet him, thanks for bowling, and I'd call him.
When I got home, I called up my friend Nighthawk, whose party it is I'm going to this weekend. He gave me directions to the "road house" and invited me to a monster truck rally on Saturday night with a bunch of people. I've never been to one, and frankly, I'm excited (no matter how low-brow it is). Last summer, when I was dating Damian, we went to a figure-8 race just outside of Detroit, and that was a blast! I can only imagine what it'll be like to see a glorified pick-up truck smash a bunch of old cars.
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