Attempt - not torture? Should I go on a date "just in case"
Text: Sonya Margulis
A year after the divorce I went on a first date. After several more months - on the second. X and I went to the same school, and even then he seemed like one of the cutest boys. In fact, there was no spark between us. Just once a friend met him at the opening of some exhibition, he persistently conveyed greetings to me and said something flattering.
Write him - he likes you for sure. And if you thought? In any case, you do not lose anything.
Well, I wrote. Something from the series “Hi, X)) Masha gave me a hello from you. But how are things anyway? :)” (in ordinary life I avoid emoticons, but in this kind of correspondence there is no way without them). Having written this, usually with horror, blushing, you put the phone face down, turn off the sound and wait for the end of the world (I have it). Then you lift the phone and shift the screen up. Then you turn on the sound. Then you forget. When you completely forget, you get an answer - and whatever it is, no longer scary. X responded after 40 seconds, setting a record in my personal Guinness. An hour later, he was waiting for me in a taxi at the door of "Friendship" on "Novoslobodskaya". We went somewhere in the center - continue to drink. Where? If it were a talk show where you need to guess the correct answer, a red light would now light up, and there would be a sound of a wrong answer: tadadadam. We went to an unpleasant place with unpleasant people around. And then in another - even more unpleasant (tadadadam). He asked a lot of questions (green light, the answer is correct: pubs), didn’t talk too much about himself (pubs), mentioned the girl he broke up with (tadadadam - because you don’t need to remember other girls, it’s not interesting to anyone ). He paid for everything, rejecting my timid attempts to pull out the wallet (pubs). I walked to the house and said he would call (pubs). It was Tuesday evening. X called on Wednesday afternoon - I did not even have time to suffer - and asked about plans for Thursday evening. On Thursday, I could not - no one to leave the child. It turned out he had already bought theater tickets. After 20 minutes, X called back: he bought tickets for Friday. On Friday, I could. And in general, it was cute.
On Friday, he met me at his Audi at the exit from the office. We got into the car and drove to the theater. I liked the performance (pubs). Then we went to dinner - talked about school, mutual acquaintances, work, travels and ... Sonya, and I also wanted to ask ... What is your zodiac sign? TADADADAM I do not know how to explain, and perhaps not everyone will understand me, but the question of the signs of the zodiac sucks. I know that many people read predictions, choose Capricorn friends for themselves and do not associate with Virgos, wear pendants with Gemini, make round eyes and meaningly say: "He is Taurus!" - believing that 95% of life is formed or does not add up at the whim of the constellations named after the feats of Hercules. OK I am not one of them. I mumbled something polite, but the red light in my head did not go out until the end of the evening. He took me to the entrance again, said again that he would call, and called again the next day - this time he offered to go to the movies on Monday. I was nervous. We already had dinner at the restaurant, went to the theater, visited two bars and one coffee shop, and I wrote to him only five days ago. At a pace in two days, he will lead me to meet his mom, after four he will ask for my hand. Next week I'll get pregnant. And here again, again this routine: childbirth, feeding, the first year of life, when you get fat, you have a roof, and all you want is to sleep. And besides, I do not want to get acquainted with my mother. No, no and NO. The film was terrible: some sticky muddy stories about the hospital, the dying woman, her sobbing husband and ghosts in strange clothes. Worse is different: in the movie, I noticed that my companion smells strange. Not that bad, just very strong.
Here you need to stop. Smells are a very delicate moment, and in many respects they (and no zodiac signs) fancifully intertwine human fates. Hedgehog clear that too much a scented person can quickly become the subject of hatred of others, but a pleasant smell worries in earnest, and now you feel a whole range of feelings for a person who is not too smart, does not know how to joke and looks lousy (just because that he smells like your first love). Having accidentally heard the spirits of my first young man in the subway, I’ve got into 1999, a long-forgotten apartment in Medvedkovo, and I even feel on my feet slippers with a leopard print (in 99th we called it specks), which his mother bought me perhaps, therefore, since then I am afraid of dating with moms).
We already had dinner at the restaurant, went to the theater and visited two bars. At a pace in two days, he will lead me to meet his mom
But it is not a matter of perfume and not even their absence. There is an unlucky variety of people who, entering the room, saturate everything with themselves. They smell like themselves, and very much. Next to them, you willy-nilly fall into a strange body, as in the children's book "Secrets of Anatomy." It is unpleasant, what is there. Such people often come to install water meters, go out of elevators, and we all had at least one such classmate in 11 years of school. In general, X was from this breed of people. And then I did a terrible thing: I applied a forbidden trick. I called a friend for a date - the one who started it all. After dinner, for which X paid, we went to a club where there were dances. X threw me a long look, and then we went to dance. For the courage of knocking over the fifth glass of wine (he is always superfluous), I poured on his head a soup of all the known platitudes:
X, you are a good person. I really like you, but you know, I'm not ready yet. For what? I'm not ready for a serious relationship. All this, understand, not for me. I recently divorced, and so far, it seems to me, it is still early. But why did you decide that I am ready for a serious relationship? I thought. Going to the cinema, theater, several accounts in cafes and bars. Indeed, not that he has already made me an offer. We left the club in agonizing silence. He drove me home. Well, I wish you good luck. Goodbye.
You can not add that we have not met. I'm all for what. "In any case, you do not lose anything" - the message is wrong. And then, the Virgin is incompatible with Leo.
illustrations: Masha Shishova