A Note on Coffee Dates
Coffee is the ideal first date. It’s casual and quick. An hour, tops, followed by a goodnight hug, right?
Well, if so, I’m doing it wrong.
I right swiped on a friendly looking guy. We made plans to meet up for coffee at a cute place near Union Square. When I arrived, I noticed the place was filled with people on first dates. The get-to-know you questions, the polite laughter, the flirtatious body language…it was overwhelming. “Well, I guess this is who I am now,” I thought, and took a seat.
My date walked through the door shortly after. We awkwardly hugged, then ordered coffee. Instead of enjoying our coffees at Cafe Tinder, we walked to the park, found a bench, and painstakingly worked our way through get-to-know you questions, the polite laughter, the flirtatious body language.
I didn’t think it was going particularly well, but he put his arm around me. Fine. Then he asked me if I wanted to get a drink. I thought, “You should never go to a second location!” but then I thought, “Fine.”
The bar was fine, the rest of the date was fine, the awkward kiss he gave me in the middle of my sentence was fine. The kiss he gave me at the end of the night was fine. Everything was fine.
Is this what dating is? Just fine?