Dating Chronicle #1

The date was set. They would meet on Saturday at the little Italian restaurant on the corner of 8th and G streets at 7:00 p.m. This would be their first date. They recently met at a networking function that she had been invited to by a colleague. He had been dressed in a dark gray suit with a blue paisley printed tie. He was about 6 feet, closely cut hair and a nice smile. As she was getting a drink at the cocktail table, he had approached her. They exchanged greetings and entered into a light discussion about careers and business. She noticed they were still talking as she took her last swig of Pinot Grigio. He offered to bring her another glass and she accepted. Twenty minutes later, he asked her for her contact information. She smiled and gladly obliged.

On Tuesday, he called and they conversed for almost 45 minutes, laughing and talking about this and that. On Wednesday, he called her again and on Thursday, he asked her on their first date.

Saturday arrived and she had that build up of excitement swirling in her belly. What to wear? What to wear? She opted to wear a knee-length black dress with her red cinched belt. She blew out her hair and curled it and painted her nails red. It was finally time to head out and she jumped in the car and headed for her destination.

They had a drink while waiting for their table at the bar. He had complimented her on how stunning she looked and she had returned the compliment. They were seated and had appetizers and entrees all while interacting wonderfully. They were getting along so nicely, that they decided to grab more drinks at the bar around the corner.

It was time to call it a night and they said goodbyes with a hug and kisses on the cheek. “What a gentleman he was,” she thought. And they left parted with promises to hang out again soon.

They spoke a couple of times during that following week and met up for happy hour on Wednesday. The following day, they made plans to meet again on Saturday. She performed her usual get-ready-for-a-date ritual and left in plenty of time to find parking and meet in a timely fashion. They were to meet at 8:00 p.m. This place had a few different rooms and with various bar areas. She had texted to him that she was on her way and hadn’t heard a reply. She had texted him that she had parked too. After walking around and checking all of the bar areas, she texted him once again. Then called him. Then texted and called again with no reply. Was she being stood up? Really? She could hardly believe it. By 8:40 p.m., she called it a night. She never heard from him again.