Yes, I went on my date.
Yes, it was a very nice evening.
Yes, we opted for a fondue dinner. Yummy, except I kept overcooking my beef cubes, but fondue is actually a pretty good 2nd date activity as it is interactive dining and takes the pressure off to have to make eye contact all the time.
No, the conversation wasn't boring at all, quite the opposite. Between talking about our respective experiences in settling into life in Paris, and comparing our countries, and talking about our work, we pretty much had the evening covered, chat-wise.
Yes, he brought me a red rose. And a small token from his native country. Which was very sweet of him. And which cleared up any doubt in my mind that HE thought it was a romantic evening; men who just want to be friends don't bother with thoughtful gestures.
Yes, we had a nice walk afterward, strolling the little streets in St. Germain, back toward my bus stop. We looked in shop windows and talked about architecture and avoided being run over by taxis (who says you can't find a cab in Paris? All you need to do is be walking along and minding your own business). I spotted a hair salon/spa that I liked the looks of, and showed him where Kusmi Tea is on Rue de Seine because he is a tea drinker. (Aimee says they have a mint chocolate tea to die for!)
No, it didn't rain until afterward fortunately... although I understand he decided to walk home and got caught in the rain.
Yes... there was a kiss goodnight at the bus stop. OK, a couple of kisses. And a hug.
No, he didn't call the next day but he did email to say what a really good time he'd had. I emailed back to say the same.
And yes, I did actually decide to shave my legs but that was really for my own benefit because they kind of needed it and when you're going on a date you want to feel like you look your best. I didn't even wear a skirt but chose pants instead. And went home afterward. By myself. With my halo still intact. And even called my mother when I got home so she wouldn't worry (she reads my blog too... as I found out the hard way).
Will there be a third date, you ask?
Maybe.
