That was my main worry as I prepared for our first date.
It's happened to me a few times that I'd met a guy who was interesting, funny, handsome, a practicing Catholic...but in the back of my mind, I'd be thinking, “Oh, I hope he doesn't try to kiss me!”
I usually gave myself three dates with those guys, and if at the end if I was still thinking, “Please don't kiss me!” then I'd gracefully attempt to part ways. With Bryan, if needed, that would be easier since he lived miles away, but I'd be really disappointed.
We agreed to meet at Cavatappo Wine Bar on Third Ave in New York City. Bryan had to travel in from Jersey, and I just had a few blocks to walk since I worked nearby. I changed in my office's bathroom into a striped Land's End skirt, blue blouse, and high heels; added a fresh coat of make up; and downed half a Cosmo at a local dive bar (I'm a lightweight and was worried what would happen if I drank the whole thing). I was the first to arrive at the restaurant and waited awkwardly by the door until the waiter made fun of me, and then I picked a table.
It was a hot day for late June, and Bryan texted me that his train got into Penn a little late. He'd try to take a taxi, but at rush hour, couldn't find one and had to walk for 20 minutes before hailing a cab. After texting back and forth a few times, I put my phone away so I could work on looking cool and collected before he arrived.
He was taller than I'd imagined, with a broad smile and strong arms that swept me into a big hug.
I'd raved on and on about how good the pizza looked on the website, and promptly ordered lasagna instead, giving Bryan great insight into how I make final decisions.
He gifted me two books, which I've still never read (sorry, Bry!).
The conversation flowed so well that it was easy to pick up and walk to Ayza Wine and Chocolate for dessert. He offered me his arm, and it felt like a dreamy New York June night. We chose a selection of chocolate crafted on the premises. Bryan ordered a glass of milk - totally adorable. I excused myself to take my contacts out and returned with my glasses on.
In the course of a few hours, we'd grown comfortable with each other and dropped some of our glamor.
The date ended with a hug in Penn Station, and both of us catching our respective trains. I was glad he hadn't tried to kiss me - yet. Maybe in the future, if things continued to go well...
Bryan told me he'd be back sometime in June, and we knew we would see each other again.
I went to bed happy and was still a little dazed and tired the next morning. It wasn't until halfway through my morning commute that I realized I hadn't dressed properly.
As I came into work, my coworker asked, "How was your date?!"
"My shirt is on backwards," I replied. I meant, "I had a great time and my head is in the clouds." She might have thought I meant something else, whoops!