We Chilled on Sunday...

I went on a date this week.

A super promising date.

The kind that you plan in your head for days before-hand, just praying that you don't do or say anything ridiculous and strange (as you are prone to do).

It was a strange situation, because this gentleman asked me out, then left the country for 3 weeks. So, 4 weeks later, there we were on a first date.

It was still wonderful. We sat there at the small two top table, far apart from one another, but quite close to the older ladies dining next to us. As we chatted and got to know each other, the loud and boisterous woman sitting to my left kept interrupting our conversation with her raucous laugh and loud exclamations to the lord. My date and I started talking about religions (taboo on a first date, I know), and discovered that we are both from Jewish and Catholic mixed families. My gasp of surprise at this must have drawn the attention of the older ladies, because suddenly the obnoxious blonde was leaning over, whining "Wait, what are you both, what are you both?" as if she were somehow invested in our conversation.
I looked over at her, and explained that we are both from Jewish and Catholic families. Her quieter, brunette friend started to ask about how that works, right as Loud Blonde interrupted with a dry, "So, did you just meet?"
My date joked that we had met ten minutes ago, while I said we had technically known each other for 4 weeks. Great, glad we are on the same page already!
She then asks how we met, and I explain that my date is actually a friend of my father's (no, he's not super old).
Her response was a classic, "Good! If you had met on eHarmony I would've been disappointed,"with a wave of her ring-free hand.
Although my date tried extensively to politely exit the conversation, this woman was determined to learn all about our lives, and to tell us all about her and her friend. Luckily, they were finishing up as we were getting started. Before leaving however, Loud Blonde managed to awkwardly and repeatedly tell my date and I what a cute couple we made. She actually said "I can't wait to see your babies"... which is just too far. Not the first time this has happened with a stranger and this particular gentleman, also. Maybe it's a sign.

Anyhow, they finally left, and we really got to connect.

We drank wine, joked, told stories, laughed, I did some ridiculous things, which he actually thought was charming, not weird.

We listened to each others favorite songs in the car, and I didn't want the night to be over.

We did NOT kiss...

But as he got out of the car, I said the typically girl line, "I had a really great time tonight,", which is code for "ask me out again."

His response? "One of many, I'm sure..."

We will see, sir.