Date Twelve

Date 12
 A dirty dozen! Gee whiz! Golly wolly! I should buy myself some flowers and pretend that I’ve actually found a significant other in celebration!
   Okay, okay you don’t want to hear about that, so I will get onto the intimate details of my incredibly nonexistent love life.

The Set-Up

   I am an incredibly busy young woman. I have to juggle class (and the enormous amount of reading that comes with those), various clubs and organizations, leadership positions, oh, and friends as well. In order for me to make confirmed plans with someone, I have to know ahead of time so that person is able to fit into an appropriate block within my crazy schedule. This often means that when I’m hanging out with a person I have to make plans for our next meeting when I am with them. If they wait I usually already have plans.
   I say all of this to explain why and how the Monday lunch and subsequent excursion were planned and therefore worked out. I had plans, well in advance, to see these Chinese acrobats. I wasn’t going to be making any special efforts for any extra persons. I just wanted to see some very flexible people spin twenty plates on their heads.
   However, the dude wants to hang out that evening. I am never one to say no to reasonable requests. Although I fall for reasonable requests, I am also not one to really exert much effort for an unexpected guest. So as I mentioned last time, I agree to pick him up at the community center at 7:40.

The Date (or whatever)

   After agreeing to pick the dude up twenty minutes before the show, I get a text from my Yental PIC that the auditorium is filling up and I better get there stat. I oblige, but I am unable to find my keys. I wish that this experience was more atypical, but losing and scavenging for my keys happens very regularly. This naturally delays me in my attempt to be early so I show up right on the originally planned time. I then go and pick up a few other friends who also want to see a group of Chinese people do some crazy shit.

   We arrive at the auditorium and we become easily distracted by some Indian dance club. We play with their sticks and attempt the fancy moves, but cannot master them in the brief ten minutes we spend at their booth. We eventually make our way to find seats. However, the entire theater is crowded so we have to sit in the back.

   Then the show starts. I want to see some Chinese people attempt some crazy feats and boy, my wish was granted. During the show the dude doesn’t really talk, and the few things he does say are about the amazing athleticism of the acrobats. Like in almost any situation, I try to make a joke about this, but it just doesn’t translate. There is an intermission and we scurry up to get some seats that are closer. My date exits during this time, the only time in which we could actually have a conversation, to answer a phone call. He comes back and we watch the second act, which is even more awesomely insane than the first act. Plus because we’re closer we can see the looks of horror on the performers’ faces.

   After the show is over, I try to meet up with Yental PIC, but the venue is so crowded we boogie out as soon as we can. The boy asks me if I have any plans after the show. I tell him yes, but they involve me studying for the (no joke) four exams I have that week as well as writing the two essays also due that week.

   If the boy is disappointed, he doesn’t show it. After I drop my other buddies off, he tells me how much he likes my hair. He then awkwardly tells me how beautiful I am. I drop him off at his apartment and go on my merry way to dominate some essays.

Grade of Date A- (The reason why this is an A- is because I didn’t really do anything
with him. In fact, the deduction comes from my date, himself, because the acrobats
were freaking incredible and they get an A+)
Grade of Match C (I am very clearly the first creature with ovaries who has paid
attention to this boy in a long time)