I went on a (blind) first date last night.
And it was just like every first date I’ve ever been on. There’s little eye contact and much wine drinking. Small talk about work and the past and where you’ve been. But, unlike most blind first dates I’ve been on in my life, it ended really well. We even followed up with “lets do it again” e-mails and the exchanging of phone numbers this morning. And truthfully, it probably ended so well because she was a chick and super fly and I could use another friend.
There’s a new girl in town whom I met via Twitter. Last night we met up for all night happy hour, which included talk of face products and our parents being on Facebook and apartments with character. And we’re going to do it again soon, which is good. I remember what it was like to be new to this town and some days it was just not easy and it’s good to know you have a friend in your corner.
It’s cool the way meeting new friends work. And the truth is, it’s much like dating. Even the part where you usually know in the first 20 minutes or so whether this time you’re spending with this complete stranger is going to be worth it. Turns out, last night’s wine was much-needed by both of us. As was the friendship.
