Sara is a 24 year old marketing coordinator who enjoys reading, cooking, and attending events relating to her job. Her dating life consists of a series of dates, no major things, that fizzle out soon thereafter. She describes herself as stylish, driven, and fun, but most of all, kind-hearted and giving. She asks “Where are the handsome, smart, nice men?”
It was a couple days before Valentine’s Day and the handsome phone accessories outlet manager from the mall asked me out when I went to look at a new case for my iPhone. I was trying to ignore his penetrating eyes, flirting with me from behind the glass front of his store, but he had already said hello a few times, since his store was so close to the food court, part of my daily route.
I hesitantly agreed to have an official first date on this dreaded V-day, but since it was a Friday art crawl, company didn’t seem so bad. Plus he was annoyingly handsome, so it was frustrating justifying saying no.
We started out with a stage play at Freedom park (really romantic, idiot), it was just okay. However, kudos to him for choosing a movie that’s more my style, but minus some points for sneaking in alcohol like a secondary school child. I guess that’s what people do in empty theatres, right? I didn’t even know what a Freedom park was until I moved here a year ago.
The sappy true love rom-com film was handled with enthusiasm, followed by munching on leftover popcorn as we strolled through the mall, that’s a different mall, from where we both worked. We browsed through the art shops before ending up at huge shop floor of a furniture company, where we made-out session on antique furniture in the back of the shop, away from prying eyes of shopping assistants.
The highlight of the date was when we stopped at a game center and participated in one of their exhibits: writing to someone, who you love the most on a postcard on the wall, a good way to bond fairly quickly and see how someone reacts to the L word. Spoiler alert: guys don’t like to talk about it. But when I pressured him to participate, my name ended up on the paper (gasp).
Verdict: We dated for a month after that and then he dumped me. Months later, we tried again for 7 months. And then he dumped me again. We tried again three months later, and three months after that, until I quit him like a bad habit. At least it wasn’t a one-hit wonder, but surely not husband material. Next time I’ll know better before taking stray tech nerds home from Freedom park.
Culled from http://peopleofhamilton.com/