Today was my first date with The Midwesterner. I met him online, and was instantly attracted
to his smile and what seemed like a “work hard, play hard” personality. In person, I was surprised by his boyish
charm. I can’t tell if the “boyish” part
is actually real or a subconscious thing because he is (gasp!) a younger
man. True, there is only a three year
age difference, but I think I’m going through a super-sensitive-about-my-age
phase that I hope passes quickly.
Brunch consisted of pancakes and very easy conversation,
where I learned that The Midwesterner works in finance like the rest of
Manhattan, runs a lot of marathons, and prefers turkey bacon to actual bacon –
a sentiment I do not share. After brunch
we decided to take advantage of what felt like the real first day of spring
with a walk along the Hudson. The easy
conversation continued for about a mile with light banter about puppies, siblings
living in far away places, and mini golf.
It wasn’t until the end of the date when we were crossing the street,
waiting for the light to change, when I looked him square in the face and
thought, “Hum, The Midwesterner is very cute and I would not mind at all if he
kissed me right now.”
The date ended with us on the same train platform, waiting for
trains going in opposite directions.
Mine arrived first so there was a rushed hug, an awkward sort of cheek
kiss thing and I managed to get out “We should do this again sometime” before I
got on my train. I wish I could remember
what he said. I can’t tell if the date
ended more in the dreaded “friend zone” or not, but I would like to see The
Midwesterner again. Who knows if he’ll
call, but I had a wonderful afternoon, delicious pancakes, and even got my
first pair of sunkissed shoulders after what felt like a very long winter.
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