I've always had a thing for Indian men. It's that smooth chocolate skin against those bright white teeth. Yummy! So when I started talking to a tall med student chocolate dream stud that liked David Lynch and music festivals...I was smitten.
We decided to meet at the trendiest most expensive little restaurant for god knows what reason. It seemed like a great idea at the time because I had just moved to a new place and was eager to explore anywhere. I have since realized I hate having to cross my legs and use the right forks on a regular day. Why the hell would I want to do that for a first date? But hey, I like challenges so this was fun.
I wish I saw sparks but there was just nothing. I don't know why. We had much in common but he never made me comfortable enough to start talking about my more secretive habits in life... (the good kind that my parents shall never ever know about). I felt judged, which is funny because I'm a harsh judge myself. I treated the date as an interview...something I've noticed I do every time I meet someone new. I can't help it! I'm a born schmoozer!
Well it just wasn't challenging enough of a date. Both of us are professionals in "comfort" so the date was comfortable and nothing more. He called a week later and plans for a second date fell through.
RIP our potential tall world-conquering cocoalicious genius babies
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