Don't Call It A Comeback

After the ending of date one, you'd think that I'd be done with the guy, but he left his sunglasses at my house. I see what you did there, sir. I HAD to text him. Luckily, he texted me first.

We continued to message on and off for the duration of the day and I found myself amused by our conversation. I even suggested meeting up for a drink after my earlier plans. He did. He also reminded me that I agreed to a second date. Doesn't this count?

Meanwhile, I tried to schedule a first date with someone, anyone else. Due to my travel schedule, I couldn't work it out and when the guy asked to see me over the weekend, I was obviously free. I suggested a fun! architectural tour because summer in Chicago. He was nice enough to offer getting tickets the morning of so we'd be guaranteed a time slot. (The planner in me smiled). I met him and he mouth kissed me in the street to which I was a bit taken aback. When he tried to hold my hand on the walk, I tolerated it briefly. I kept thinking to myself that I was bound to break his heart.

We enjoyed the boat ride and commiserated about the unremarkable tour guide. He provided his own fun facts that he remembered from a previous tour as I enjoyed his company. We were both famished post-tour so we decided on a patio lunch. He kept asking about my evening plans (I was supposed to meet friends) and I kept responding that I didn't have to go. For whatever reason, I wanted this date to go on.

And it did. After lunch we went to an arcade and made silly bets on games. While I perceived him to be athletically inept, he beat me handedly in arcade basketball and won himself dinner that week. I was nonplussed- wasn't one date in a week enough? Besides, the jury was still out on him. That didn't cause me to go home. We instead went to his terrace to play bags and bullshit. All the truth serum in me and I revealed I only dated guys with graduate degrees. Don't worry, I threw up a little typing that just now. The guys with graduate degrees weren't on this date with me and I thought to myself, maybe I should just say fuck it my checklist. *to the friends who've preached this, you might be right*

Date two lasted for 11 hours. Date one lasted for 6. I mean I at least enjoyed his company.