Genevieve is a 29-year-old junior executive. She says, “I have nice eyes, and I’m always smiling.” Genevieve likes “nothing more than to be around friends and family. I’m known as a great host and planner within my friend group. I love bringing people together to have a fun time.” Genevieve adds, “I’m also the one people, they call, when they’re having tough times.”
Over Easter weekend, a family friend asked me who I was dating. I said that I wasn’t dating anyone, but was using sites and apps. She asked if she could see “what the men online looked like.” I opened an app, and showed her the men I was communicating with. After looking at one of them, Shola, she said I should go out with him because of his “kind eyes.” I took her advice.
After about a week of sending messages back and forth, Shola asked me if I would rather go out for coffee or for drinks. I chose drinks.
He texted me to say he’d made reservations at a bar for 6 p.m. on a Tuesday. I smiled when I got the text because I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made reservations. After a series of very bad online dates, I vowed this time would be different, and I’d have fun and be relaxed, no matter what.
Shola was tall and looked very fit. He put two cellphones on the table. When I asked if he was a baller, clearly joking, he said, “One’s for work and one’s for fun.” Sitting with Shola, I couldn’t help but see that his eyes wandered to the waitresses and the other women in the bar. I could tell he wasn’t really feeling it, by which I mean me.
Shola asked about my workout regime and where my favourite coffee spot was. When I said I wasn’t into coffee and only drank vanilla lattes he told me I was making a huge mistake. “Do you know how many calories are in lattes?” he asked, then Googled it on his phone.
I was feeling as though this date was going to be a disaster, but I was determined to have a good time. I kept the conversation rolling. The only problem was that we kept ordering drinks. “Let’s get a burger,” said Shola. He asked the waitress to hold the fries, and told me half a burger was the perfect dinner for us.
As the night went on, I started to like him more. I couldn’t tell if it was because of actual feelings or the wildly excessive amount of wine. He must have been feeling the same way because he was no longer looking at other women, and kept moving closer to me. “You’re fun,” he said, and kissed me. The kiss was amazing: passionate and exciting. Before long, Shola and I were having a hot make-out session in the middle of the bar.
I hate public displays of affection and have never done that before. I was so embarrassed, but I loved it! Our waitress eventually came over and handed us our bill. We told her we hadn’t asked for it yet, but she said she needed to give it to us. We paid, and then Shola leaned over and kissed me again. Soon, his hands were all over my body. The waitress came back over, and said, “I have to ask the two of you to leave.”
After getting kicked out, we stood outside the bar and kept kissing like crazy. A beggar approached us and asked us for money. I stopped kissing, and gave her some change, and then went back to kissing Shola.
It was around 2 a.m. when I realized I should go home, alone. The next day, I opened my wallet to take out my bus card and realized I had given them all to the beggar asking for change. It was then that I realized how intoxicated I had been. Looking back, a coffee date — but not a latte date — might have been a better choice.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/2016/04/30/dating-diaries-gretchen-and-stuart.html