The Date
So he said if I am going to write about the date, and I was thinking it's not that bad an idea given that he already reads this journal. It would be interesting on his part to view things from my perspective. And anyways it sounded like a challenge, so duly accepted!
It's our first official date, though it wasn't the first time we have met. However it would not be correct either to say that we have known each other for long. He has actually saw me before at an outing, but the blur-fuck oblivious me did not notice him so up till "Recently" I have no idea who is he!
The date started with both of us being later than the stipulated time; him was navigating an amazingly complicated transfers of trains, and I had a last minute discussion with my colleagues. Before leaving the office, I freshened up as much as I could, and then getting my gift for him prepared. Originally I wanted to give him something straight from florigraphy, the disused practise of flower language which reached its height of popularity in the Victorian era. Unfortunately tulips is quite a seasonal flower and I did not preorder anyways; I just got a single stalk of the simple gerbera. In addition to the flower, I got for him a snowskin mooncake as he had mentioned that he likes snowskin ones.
So I was very excited for our first date, and judging from conversations, I think he was as well. As I handed him the paperbag containing the flower and the mooncake, he looked shy and embarrassed, and of course I am too, in addition to being anxious about the whole thing. I have never ever bought flowers(or a single flower) for a guy before and I was too, on unfamiliar grounds.
We walked over to our dinner venue, where we spent some time telling each other about some of our darkest histories. As agreed prior, we are avoiding any mention or topics that involves ex boyfriends, but I found a way around it by using the term, "taboo subject" instead of "ex". But overall it was good as now I got to know him even more.
After dinner we went over to Mustafa as we each wanted to get something. His natural rock salt mined from child slave labour and handpicked by virgins under the full moon was relatively easy to find. It was my rice paper that was almost insanely impossible to get; the Indian staff routinely kept trying to direct me to paper products(stationery), to chappati section, to rice grains section, bakery and pasta section. I was rapidly losing my patience and temper with the constant round and round and round. I think we spent like 45 minutes just looking for it! He was very patient and cool though, which eased my hot-headedness about it; seriously I was about to blow my top on an unfortunate sales staff! In the end however, as I kept asking staff after staff at different locations, one finally know eactly what I was talking about, and directed us to the correct aisle! FINALLY YEAH!!!
Following the shopping trip, we decided to grab some drinks, and we walked all the way down to Parklane, reminscing, talking and in general knowing each other even more. I really like him. No I don't love him yet. But I am definitely very interested.
At Macdonalds, where we had our drinks, we talked about it, and yes we still am keeping things slow and steady. Personally for my side, I don't want to rush into things and partly also because I know he is a chaser. I am not chub and I never will be(vanity won't allow me), and I won't know if he will decide that visual appearance is more important to him; and there is also the sexual attraction aspect. In this, I will defer to his decision. It is easier for me because while I have preferences for certain types of guys and body types, I never fixate myself on it. I date a variety types of men, and my exes run the gamut from being skinny lean to meatier builds.
Just like what I texted him afterwards, right now I just want to soar under the wings of the wind and see where it brings me too.