10 February 2011

I Don't Know How

A handshake. The end of this date culminated in a handshake. Is that what happens in a normal dating situation? Isn't a quick make-out sesh guaranteed when a date goes well? Isn't that the marker of a good date? Thinking back, I am still unsure - and your guess is as good as mine - as to whether or not it truly was a "good date." Here are the facts.

We met on Craigslist, but his ad read something to the effect that he wasn't looking for a hook-up but rather to meet for a date. He also included he was recently divorced and interested in only masculine chaps. Fast forward to the date - if you want to call it that.

I offered up suggestions on where to meet, and eventually we agreed on the Starbucks on the corner of 23rd and 8th. Benny lived in Queens and worked close by as a state correctional officer so I figured meet up for a cup before his shift, no funny business, just straight-up meeting. I get there a little early knowing the java joint had a tendency to fill up quickly - that coupled with only having 6 small tables.

Luckily when I got there, three opened up and I grabbed one in the corner. I occupied my time by playing with my iPod's playlist and sipped on the house blend until Benny showed half an hour late, but he kept me abreast of his whereabouts since he was driving into the city. When he spotted me and waved hello, he grimaced when his eyes surveyed the area around the table. I instinctively got up and moved toward him extending my hand. "Pleased to meet."

He didn't' like too much that the table next to us was so close the guy next to me was picking the lint off my scarf, so he suggested to 'get outta here.' Benny had a nice firm handshake and was a mix of Puerto Rican and Columbian, donned a high and tight, and spoke with a thick New York accent. We left the Starbucks and walked a couple blocks away where he led me to his truck. We talked about movies, where he grew up, hobbies, his wife and the four kids he had by the time he was 21 - obligatory first date stuff. We sat and talked for a good hour before he had to split.

When I got out of the car, he extended his hand and said, "Text me when you get home."

I never heard from him again.

Point of the conversation: A handshake isn't a good sign; a tongue down your throat is an easy 2nd date indicator.

- DeeCue

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