I believe this particular sassy brunette was all but finished with online dating, like most people are in the waning months of a dating site subscription left to linger. She would take literal days to reply until finally offering me her number as she flat-out “never checked the dating app anymore.”
From there we agreed on a pizza date at a place I had never been to before. We met inside the place and she was well presented. Perhaps her photos were 3-4 years old but nothing to complain about. The only thing I can complain about was the pizza. It was essentially hot sauce, cheese and honey – yes, honey. Between burning my mouth and lips I also had sticky fingers. I hate all 3.
From there we went to grab a drink at a really cool bar and we had a great conversation filled with laughs. This wasn’t like a date, it was like a reunion with that friendly acquaintance that you only use to chat with in the high school smoking section and nowhere else.
Before parting ways we kissed and she said “let’s do this again soon!” and I agreed.
I even set the date for the following weekend, but I truthfully wasn’t really into it after a few days had gone by – while we indeed had a good time I don’t think enough was there to warrant the work involved with meeting again . The morning of, like she was telepathic, texted me a cancellation saying that after work it was just too much to head back into the city and that she just wasn’t up for it. I respectfully let her know it was no problem at all and to take care.
Second dates should only happen if you had such an amazing first that you can’t wait for the second and can’t stop thinking about the person – not out of boredom or “what if”.