We threw about plans until we decided on meeting at a small restaurant.We threw about plans until we decided on meeting at a small restaurant. We set the time for the next evening, then hung up. I couldn't concentrate at all the next day at work. Mostly, I just sat there and stared off into space. I tried to picture what she looked like in my mind, using the description she gave. Of course, there were many possible variations based on that information, but I settled on the best-case and worst-case scenario. I knew that she'd be somewhere in between them, but I hoped closer to the best. Time crawled, but finally I finished up and went home to change my clothes. I looked into my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. "I feel like a girl. I'm looking into a closet full of clothes, but I can't figure out what to wear," I muttered to myself. Finally, I decided to go somewhat casual, so I grabbed a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. That would have to do. Besides, it's what I normally wore, so if she didn't like it, she wasn't for me. That part was easy. I drove to the cafe. It seemed like forever before I got there. I parked my car in the little lot behind the restaurant, and scanned the other cars in the lot, trying to figure out which was hers. I finally gave up and walked into the restaurant. The restaurant was essentially empty. There was one person at the counter, and he definitely wasn't my date for the evening. I glanced down at my watch, and noted that I was about 10 minutes early. So I grabbed a seat, a booth in the back, and sat down and tried to relaxed. My heart was beating a little faster than normal. |