Chapter 5.5 Only Lunch.
What came first?
So yesterday I sent flowers, a colorful bouquet in a blue mason jar. This prompted a lot of text messages and a lunch invite. It was pretty obvious that this was not an official date-date but an “I want to see more of you” lunch date. The Lady picked the place and thankfully we live in a world of GPS. Have you ever heard of an egg restaurant? Not a chicken place, an egg place. They are only open for breakfast and lunch, which makes sense. I arrived and found a place to park. She already had a table and was waiting for me. I had never eaten at an egg themed eatery before nor had a kissed a woman inside of an egg themed eatery. Now I have done both.
I joined her at the table and she gushed over the flowers, joking that I must really want to get to that 3rd date. And I do, but I assured her the flowers were sent only because I was thinking about her and hoped she was thinking about me. She assured me that she was “You are on my mind a lot, but yes even more so after the flowers arrived.” She also told me that the bouquet made an impression on her daughter who asked “Wow, how serious is this thing?” I took that opportunity to ask the same question “Well, how serious is it?” She looked me right in the eyes and grinned, but just a little. “Well, I told her that it has been a lot of fun, but it is also quite promising.” The daughter responded with “I don’t want a step-dad.” and got a “No worries” in return. The words step-dad felt like a hot knife piercing into my brain.
The lady ordered a cob salad with, of course, a “cage-free” hardboiled egg. I ordered a cheeseburger with grilled onions & red peppers, thin sliced ham, cheese, and one “cage-free” egg. This was also my first time having an egg on a burger. It wasn’t bad. I would have been very upset had if it had ever been in a cage. It’s not easy to eat in a busy place and hold a conversation but we managed. We talked about things like work, the weather, her daughter and tomorrow night’s dinner date. She commented again that she is curious about my living arrangements and was starting to wonder if I was living out of a tent or something. I told her “if a tarp and some paracord count as a tent” then she was spot on. I then complained about my roommate ‘Rayland’ a raccoon who never paid his half of the internet bill. To dissuade any worries, I confessed that my living space was not very inviting but the total occupancy was one. She accepted that and admitted she has never invited me inside her apartment either, which had an occupancy of two but her roommate never pays any of the bills. She let me pay for the meal and we walked out together, neither of us seemed to be a in a hurry.
Outside I walked her to her car, which is really nice by the way, and stood there with her for a few minutes getting my soft kisses while holding both of her hands. She had to go and thus our lunch date came to a close without any backseat romance.
What came first?
So yesterday I sent flowers, a colorful bouquet in a blue mason jar. This prompted a lot of text messages and a lunch invite. It was pretty obvious that this was not an official date-date but an “I want to see more of you” lunch date. The Lady picked the place and thankfully we live in a world of GPS. Have you ever heard of an egg restaurant? Not a chicken place, an egg place. They are only open for breakfast and lunch, which makes sense. I arrived and found a place to park. She already had a table and was waiting for me. I had never eaten at an egg themed eatery before nor had a kissed a woman inside of an egg themed eatery. Now I have done both.
I joined her at the table and she gushed over the flowers, joking that I must really want to get to that 3rd date. And I do, but I assured her the flowers were sent only because I was thinking about her and hoped she was thinking about me. She assured me that she was “You are on my mind a lot, but yes even more so after the flowers arrived.” She also told me that the bouquet made an impression on her daughter who asked “Wow, how serious is this thing?” I took that opportunity to ask the same question “Well, how serious is it?” She looked me right in the eyes and grinned, but just a little. “Well, I told her that it has been a lot of fun, but it is also quite promising.” The daughter responded with “I don’t want a step-dad.” and got a “No worries” in return. The words step-dad felt like a hot knife piercing into my brain.
The lady ordered a cob salad with, of course, a “cage-free” hardboiled egg. I ordered a cheeseburger with grilled onions & red peppers, thin sliced ham, cheese, and one “cage-free” egg. This was also my first time having an egg on a burger. It wasn’t bad. I would have been very upset had if it had ever been in a cage. It’s not easy to eat in a busy place and hold a conversation but we managed. We talked about things like work, the weather, her daughter and tomorrow night’s dinner date. She commented again that she is curious about my living arrangements and was starting to wonder if I was living out of a tent or something. I told her “if a tarp and some paracord count as a tent” then she was spot on. I then complained about my roommate ‘Rayland’ a raccoon who never paid his half of the internet bill. To dissuade any worries, I confessed that my living space was not very inviting but the total occupancy was one. She accepted that and admitted she has never invited me inside her apartment either, which had an occupancy of two but her roommate never pays any of the bills. She let me pay for the meal and we walked out together, neither of us seemed to be a in a hurry.
Outside I walked her to her car, which is really nice by the way, and stood there with her for a few minutes getting my soft kisses while holding both of her hands. She had to go and thus our lunch date came to a close without any backseat romance.
