Oh, But The Drama!

It turns out that The Intern had a date with someone else from work, but apparently ditched him to hang out with me.

This came to light after a very confusing series of interrogations by said ditched party. He pulled me aside to want to talk to me about something. I thought it may have been because I invited too many people to go out for our get together tomorrow evening.

"So, what I want to know is," he started, "is what you said to her to make her leave with you last night?"

Imagine the rather confused look on my face. It took a good five minutes to realize he was talking about The Intern. How the fuck did he know we went out last night, I kept thinking to myself. And what about the other girl he's dating at work? He came up to me a few times after, seeming to accuse me of doing something underhanded. I told him the truth: She was waiting for a minute, then we walked toward the train, then she decided she wanted to hang out with me. So we went out. End of story.

It took a couple of hours before I could finally put together this little confusing puzzle together, albeit me being a little hungover from last night. Explaining everything to my sister put things into perspective.

"He thought that maybe you told him about his girlfriend, that's why he asked you that first question," she said rather wisely. It all made sense after that. He thought I convinced her to ditch him because he had a girlfriend, and so he was pissed and trying to tie up loose ends. "You know, cheaters have that mentality," she continued. "He was guilty so he was trying to blame you for everything, even though you didn't know about any of it." That's why I was so confused.

"And you're not that kind of a person to be dishonest, so you don't think that way." That was a nice thing for her to say, even though she's my sister.

Earlier tonight I sent The Intern a few texts, saying I had fun and we should hang out again. "If you had a good time with her, don't let his bullshit get in your way," my sister advised. "Sometimes good relationships come from bad ones, you know." She then advised me that next time we go out, I should explain to her to be upfront and put this behind us, so it will be a dead issue.

Damn, my sister rocks! The Intern replied that she had a good time, too, and apologized for the mess. I told her no worries, and we should do it again soon. And for her to call me.

I don't know if we'll see each other again, but here's what I learned about myself last night: For the first time, I felt pretty good about dating someone. Like I said before: no pretenses, no expectations. The unexpected helped open me up to behave more like, well... me. And I did feel more like myself than I usually do on dates. I was funny. Charming. Easy-going. Things went great.

I hope this means I am ready to start dating. To have fun.

And the cool thing is, some family friends want to set me up with another girl, one who works near my job. I told them I would be open to meeting this girl sometime soon. So we'll see what happens from here.

Date With An Intern

So last night while leaving work, I found an intern waiting outside the entrance. I went over to casually chat with her before heading to the train. We started walking in a general direction, me thinking about heading home to bed after the beating I took today with customers, then she said, "Okay. Where are we going?"

I thought it was pretty smooth, especially coming from someone younger than me. We settled on some sushi, then went to my friend's restaurant for a glass of wine.

The whole time we caught up on little nothings, mostly because I only worked with her a few days during her internship-- one which just ended two weeks ago. I liked the fact our date was so casual and laid back. A lot of laughing and making fun of each other. And I thought it was neat that I didn't worry about the fact she was a bit younger than me-- about 9 years.

It was nice meeting a normal girl, going out on a normal date, and doing normal date stuff like holding hands, which we did a little last night. No pretenses. No expectations. Just having a ball.

We hopped over to Grand Central, missed her train, then went to another friend's bar for a quick cocktail. Then we went to Grand Central (again), missed the next train, then went for some Wendy's. By the time we made her train going upstate, it was 1am, and it the wine and sake was starting to kick in. I hailed another cab and went home, just feeling fun and buzzed.

"That was nice," I thought to myself. "Finally. A cool, nice girl."

I hope we'll go out again. Or I start finding more cool, nice girls. I just hope they aren't all so young.