If you do the math, the time from the first date until Valentine’s Day (T-Minus 396 Days) was five days. Match-Point and I managed to go out on a round two date between the two occasions, but I certainly did not plan on even acknowledging him on February 14. I quite honestly was going to blatantly ignore him and the whole day.
So imagine my surprise when I got a text that Monday morning asking if I had plans for the evening. Other than watching The Bachelor with a fellow single friend and drinking copious amounts of wine, I did not.
There was no way I would violate single chick code and ditch her though, so I agreed to meet him for a drink beforehand and then moving on my merry way. Long story short, said single friend ended up feeling under the weather, canceled our plans and suddenly I had the whole night free, a fact I offered up to M-P.
What would happen next was not the least bit expected … he offered to make me dinner.
Remember that part in The Holiday where Cameron Diaz’s character starts having esophageal spasms with her inability to show emotion? Well that was me. Full on hyperventilating, constricted airway, hot mess scenario. I mean, my palms are getting sweaty just flashing back to it.
Making a girl dinner on Valentine’s Day after two only dates? We hadn’t even kissed yet. I mean, seriously. Dude.
After a near complete meltdown, Sassy Hair Friend talked me off the ledge, assured me I was not totally crazy and suggested I offer an alternative plan for the night.
Which is how we ended up at my favorite, borderline seedy townie bar on Valentine’s Day, playing darts and pool, drinking beer, eating pizza and getting to know each other in a totally laid-back manner. Though the majority of my friends – male and female – were shocked and appalled to learn of my venue request, I have to be honest -- it was quite possibly the best V-Day I have ever had.
And it ended with a night of the best first kisses I have ever had as well.
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