He spots me in the crowd and its all the same. I can predict in perfect motion the sequences of looks to come.
There’s that look of relief on his face.Relief that I’ve even bothered to show up. He didn’t get stood up like so many times before .
I move in closer into his personal space and take it all in. The clothing,the shoes of course.Call it shallow if you must but I believe that the first date at least, requires effort. Some men made an effort with office quality shiny shoes,others go down the edgy 2019 cool dude road with the too intimidatingly blinding darn white sneakers . Not this guy, he’s super casual in sandals or thongs as they call them here in Australia. I didn’t realize there’s a beach in the middle of Perth CBD. Perhaps I should have not wasted so much time on my outfit. I spent the better half of the last two hours choosing a nice dress and shoes surely he could at least have come up with covered toe shoes.
Okay, I tell myself, lets give him a chance.
As he relaxes I can tell he likes what he sees, yes I actually look like my photos on that dating app.He does a glance at my figure as we leave the bar.I’m no Victoria’s Secret model but I take care of myself appearance wise and it shows, so I know I look good.I have not gained weight since few weeks prior when they were taken. Suitably impressed, He stares a little too long at my face his glances go from my eyes to the moles around my lips and the not so subtle hint of cleavage I masterfully shaded with bronzer. We’ll call the man M.
Later we order food, M is keen to impress me now realizing he is severely under dressed compared to me. I get the cheeseburger and fries and choose the Fat Bastard white wine from California purely for the quirky name.We have a good laugh about it. I try (try being the operative word) to come with conversation topics. Reader I must say,it was at this moment I confirmed he’s a lad’s lad and I am the top shelf china your mum keeps for special occasions only , sad but true.He does that sideways stare, the one men do when do when women laugh a little too loudly and the male thinks its the greatest thing he’s ever seen since that whats its called video game was released. He’s appreciative of it.This cinema he chooses is swanky, you order food and drinks and they magically appear as you’re viewing the movie. He’s chosen a fantastic date spot I’ll give him that much.
Lad’s lad chooses a lad’s lad movie of course. I run through the things I could be doing instead of watching this snooze fest with cringey M doing cringey middle fingers whenever the villain shows up.
- Update my resume,
- This date would make a great post on Define Elation, might prove amusing for my future husband to read what dating was like for me before we found each other.
- Leftover tofu and miso soup in the fridge to nourish my wary tastebuds from the tiny cheeseburgers they magically served in the dark, complete with the inappropriately large beef patty squished in between fresh from frozen section sad pathetic excuse for burger buns .I had been dating a chef before and chuckled at how he didn’t want to do the whole gourmet food in cinema experience and I’d mildly sulked at that. Now I understood why he chose not to , he would have given me shit if he knew I’d done it now. Then he would make me a proper cheeseburger the way they’re meant to be prepared with passion and cherished and the ingredients treated with respect.I even miss him a little if I’m honest..
- The said chef who I’d been trying my hardest not to contact for the past 8 months because those are the rules but I’m only human and even if we are not talking I do admit I am missing him. In all honesty, M probably isn’t half that bad, but I am unfairly comparing him to a memory from the past , yes reader, I know .
As the movie ends and so does my misery, I hint at getting a rideshare but apparently M wants to walk me home. “Not too tired yet” he says even though earlier he’d made a big theatrical monologue performance about ‘having to work 12 hour days to rise up in the world’. I am suitably impressed here and he is glad . His face lights up when I smile, they all do. These men all like it when I smile the genuine smile the one where my eyes join in. All these endless men with monotone voices and bland stories..its all same old same old i find .Since The Chef left me , they might as well be the same person with a blank face if I am honest with myself.
He tells me about his new car or his mate’s car or someone else’s god damn car. I zone out while outwardly I pretend I am hearing, nodding and politely smiling. I think about the potential new jobs I have applied to with the intention of starting afresh. I think about the cute old couple walking towards our direction , and wonder if they truly love each other , have they broken up before ? Only to get back together? Or really ,actually, are they just settling with each other?