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The next two hours (yes, we were there two hours) (Date Sign #4) flew by in a sea of laughs (we talked about how our post-college life wasn’t how we’d pictured it), smiles (we talked about my father) and pauses that, surprisingly weren’t very awkward (Date Sign #5).
Wow, I thought. I am actually on a date with this guy, like a real-life, in-your-face, sitting-across-from-a-boy date. Who would have thought the shy high school girl would be, well, giggly like a shy high school girl as she hobnobbed with the high school brainiac?
And then I found myself almost choking on my now-cool cocoa as he began this sentence...
"So my girlfriend..."
A tried to smile, as if I was completely happy by this sudden revelation, but all I could do was slowly begin to weep inside. A girlfriend? So apparently, this wasn’t a date; it was simply a meet-up between friends -- and not even a potential meet-up between friends-that-could-turn-into-more-than-friends, either.
Eventually, we made our way outside, into the rain (how appropriate, huh?), and I had fully prepared myself for our goodbye. A hand-shake between friends and then we’d go our separate ways. He probably had to get back to his girlfriend, I figured.
"Where are you going now?" he casually asked.
“I have some shopping to do at Target,” I replied as I pointed to the store across the street.
"It’s raining. Let me walk you over," he smiled.
Date sign #6.
This guy was good.
As we sloshed our way through the rain, we made small talk; I had to be careful now not to convey any deep, emotional revelations since we were obviously just friends. There went my speech about how funny life can be and that maybe certain people come into your life at the right moment and you never know the sparks that could fly. Besides, he probably already had that conversation a long time ago with his perfect girlfriend.
The adult in me chose the latter. The shy high school girl in me chose the former.
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