A journal of all my awesome, and not so awesome dates here in the DC Metropolitan area.
Monday, August 22, 2011
"Chris"
Next: "Chris."
Something about Chris caught my eye. I saw his profile stream across my page before and it made me go "Who is THAT guy?" I made the first move and messaged him first since he looked at my profile.... several times.... and added me as a "favorite," and still hadn't done anything about it. It was weird.
We messaged back and forth several times for over a week. I was kind of like, "When is this dude going to suggest hanging out already? Am I going to have to make ANOTHER first move? COME ON BUDDY."
Well, he kind of made a first move. He did send me a message saying he'd enjoyed talking with me and wanted to exchange phone numbers. I was almost flattered. Almost.
He called me by the wrong name. Apparently, I became known as "Anna."
I don't know Anna, but apparently she was on "Chris's" mind. I tried to joke about it and told me he can call me as long as he doesn't call me "Anna."
So of course I made another first move, to let him know that I wasn't (too) upset with this Anna chick, and sent him a text. We finally set up a date.
It was definitely the best date up to that point. We went to a nice, little, Italian place and the food was delicious! Conversation was really great and he was very much my type! We joked, we laughed, we talked about almost everything. It was a great evening!
We texted a little bit the following few days. But then it stopped.
Apparently, I'm no Anna.
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