It feels like weeks ago I was on my first date. Literally the first date I've ever been on. It was awkward, fun, and yummy. We went to a really awesome place in the city called Food Truck Garage. We both ordered burgers - which probably isn't the best first date food, but as much as I wanted to read the menu, my eyes were preoccupied with other such beauties.
Literally a minute or two into things, a bird crapped on my shoulder. I felt it at the time, but I looked over and I couldn't see anything - so I assumed it was nothing. It was really only at the latter portion of the date when I went to the bathroom when I looked in the mirror and saw a teeny tiny bird crap sitting there. Luckily I was wearing a jacket, and it happened to be really easy to just get off.
I was really tense the entire time - being a nervous, over thinker. I'm glad I spent it with them though. I had a really amazing time.
We had talked about who was going to pay days before the actual date. Not purposefully, it just kind of came up. The plan was I would pay. But no, my date had to go and ruin it and pay for it like an absolute ninja behind my back. Actually... it was right in front of my eyes. But I assumed they were getting more water.
But oh well. We headed to my car, and were greeted with a parking ticket. Apparently I need to pay more attention to where I'm parking. Because even though there was a "180 minute" sign above the park, it was a paid parking spot. I genuinely didn't know that was a thing, so I think I've learned my lesson... Pay more attention!
So, we headed over to Mission Bay but quickly realised that quite a few other people had the same idea. There was no parking anywhere. So we gapped the scene and headed towards Ben & Jerry's. Well, that was the idea at least. It was probably a 5-10 minute drive (tops), but apparently I'm hopelessly terrible at following directions from computers, and we ended up driving half way around Auckland before we got there. It ended up being a 28 minute drive. Good job Jacob. That's a really good way to show your date how much you suck at driving.
But to be fair to myself, as much as it's really funny to poke holes in my driving skills (or lack thereof) - I haven't really been driving for all that long, and I know I get extra nervous driving with others in the car.
I used to have some sort of lame irrational fear of driving in the city - mainly because I thought people wouldn't give anybody else the time of day. And being a new-ish driver, I'm not always going to be the fastest at making decisions; I double check my blind spot when changing lanes, I always take an extra couple of seconds to assess my surroundings before going through a neutral traffic light (which in New Zealand means that you can go if it's safe to do so, eg. nobody else is using the intersection).
Anyways, back to the date. We ended up at Ben & Jerry's, finally. Got some ice cream, and ended the time I had left before my restricted license curfew went into effect, just talking. For once in my life I was able to talk to somebody about nerdy crap, intimately, and have them actually know what I'm talking about. I don't have to dumb anything down, I don't have to filter myself... I can just be me.
It's insane how much we are alike, and the things we agree on. I think they might be the one - I honestly do.