the best first date…

It was the best first date I ever had.  And it completely caught me off guard.  The first time I met her, I completely dismissed her.  I learned a long time ago to not date actresses, and to not date extremely beautiful women.  They tend to be overly self-absorbed.  So when I met her on a film shoot, I wasn’t interested.  Then I met her again at a screening of a mutual friends commercial and we connected.  Conversation came easily.  Coffee?  Sure.

February 4, we went on our first date.  It wasn’t really anything to write home about.  Vietnamese food, Pinkberry, and a walk.  As I was walking her to her door, she asked if I wanted to come up.  And we talked some more.  No kiss.  But when she walked me back to my car, gave me a big hug, and said that she liked my humor, I realized that I hadn’t been nervous the entire date.  I had been able to relax and be myself.  And that in itself is unusual.  Especially for a first date.

For the next couple months, we kept in contact and tried to schedule a second date, but our schedules kept conflicting and it never happened.  We gave up…but I kept it in the back of my mind that there was something different about this one.  Fast-forward a few months to our second date.  Simple again…Indian this time and a walk in the mall, and talking for hours at my house.  Again, conversation came easy and I wasn’t nervous.  Then came a third date.  And then the most bizarre date I’ve ever been on.  Although, I should have expected it given that she’d only had 1 hour of sleep that night and we were going to the late showing of a movie.  Conversation didn’t seem to come nearly as easily.  I didn’t know what to talk about and was feeling like she wasn’t really into me.  I’d hoped to take her for a walk on the beach after the movie, push it towards a little more romantic.  So after the movie ended, I asked her if I could kidnap her for a couple hours and show her one of my favorite places in LA.  She got a funny, hesitant look on her face and asked where.  When I told her how I love evenings at the beach,  that I find it wonderful to focus and pray, she said nothing.  Not a “yes,” not a “no.”  Nothing.  And I figured that it was over.  We talked a little as I drove her to her place.  And as I was walking her to her door, I figured this was going to be it.  And then, she asked which beach I usually go to.  And said she’d love to go the beach with me some time.  When we got up to her door, she asked if I wanted to come up for a while.  As soon as I declined, saying that she needed to get some sleep, I regretted it.  I hugged her goodnight, and as we were leaning in, I could see her face turning as if expecting a goodnight kiss.  So when the hug was over, I didn’t let go.  And neither did she.  Then came a really bad first kiss.  I hope it didn’t change her mind about me, because it was bad.

Two weeks later, I haven’t spoken to her, just texted.  And it usually takes her a few days to respond to my texts.  So I’m guessing that it’s over.  But it was the best first dates I’ve ever had.  And all I can say is that if this isn’t the woman that God had prepared for me, I can’t wait to meet the woman I’ll marry.  Because every girl I date is better than the last.

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