After a long conversation with dad, he gave me the wise words. "Well Trish....You've dated every other flavor in the world....I think its about time you try VANILLA." Now if you know me, you know what this means! So as any well behaved daughter who takes everything her parents say seriously (wink wink) I said "You know what, he's right!...It is time I give vanilla a try"
So off started my quest in search of the perfect vanilla date. I found him...so I thought...looked nice, well traveled, huge smile and had pictures with other people which made me believe he was not some psycho who only wanted to meet me to chop me up in a million pieces. And there is was planned....dinner for two at Barillo in Bellevue.
EEk! What to wear...I hadn't been on a date in FOREVER...let a lone a vanilla one (ever)...what do you wear for that flavor? After staring at my closet for a good two minutes I decided it was probably the same as any flavor..and put something together. Just enough to look like I put in effort, little enough to hide the goods.
I met him after work...DATE TIME: 5:45.....DATE ARRIVES: 6:04. Ok...traffic can be annoying, but so can sitting in a lobby during happy hour...well actually standing as the fancy waiting area did not have chairs. My feet are hurting but I was starting to feel like an idiot looking like a lost child waiting for their parent to show up. It was then it happened. My waiter walked by and I asked him if I was at the right place and there began my night of dreaming of the waiter. (Shook my head to snap out of it!) I need to focus! Focus on the vanilla! And then he arrived. Very nice, not bad looking at all. Although he kissed me on the cheek...He wasn't Italian or Portuguese so I want to know where THAT came from...moving along.
As he reaches the bottom of the stairs. I discover something veryyyy interesting. I quickly did the math in my head. I am 5'6, and I have 3.5 inch heels on. THAT makes me 5.9 AND a half. Something is incredibly wrong? Either he shrunk or he LIED about his height! He claimed to be 6 feet. Had I teased my hair just a little more I would have been taller than him,. Oh well, I suppose I can forgive him. Better for me, bring on the flats.
So we grab our table, a very cozy table at that, not just with each other but everyone else in the restaurant. I thought perhaps it was group dining? Our waiter introduces himself and holds the name of my ex..lovely. So the conversation began. It was enjoyable and pleasant except for the third visitor at our table. His indigestion. For the first 20 minutes. He burped (quietly thank you) but indeed burped every few seconds. Once Mr. Indigestion calmed down, I did enjoy the conversation. It was then interrupted when a very beautiful blonde decided to walk by our table. Given her level of attraction I would expect any person to look her way. Look once, no worries, look back again I might raise an eyebrow...look a third time I might throw my water on you. (In my head of course) All of which happened, except the water throwing. This was followed by texting under the table. As if I thought you were just staring at your crotch?
One point of the night the conversation turned to ice cream...very funny inside my head considering the description of this date.
I would say the best part of the whole date was the amazing food I had and I didn't even have to pay. I do admit I did feel slightly guilty but at the end of the day...I have paid for enough meals for men in my life...It's my turn!
Towards the end of the night we wrapped things up and headed out. It was not awkward but he spent more time outside in the cold buttoning up his jacket. He did not offer to walk me to my car and did not see if I made it home. (Even though I had consumed alcohol...helllloooo where's the gentleman!?)
I received a text the following day saying "I can't wait to see you again"....Unfortunately my fingers could not respond as I think I may have had an allergic reaction to Vanilla Ice cream that causes inability to respond to this date. Really!
So one down, but that's ok! It's just the beginning. :)...
So off started my quest in search of the perfect vanilla date. I found him...so I thought...looked nice, well traveled, huge smile and had pictures with other people which made me believe he was not some psycho who only wanted to meet me to chop me up in a million pieces. And there is was planned....dinner for two at Barillo in Bellevue.
EEk! What to wear...I hadn't been on a date in FOREVER...let a lone a vanilla one (ever)...what do you wear for that flavor? After staring at my closet for a good two minutes I decided it was probably the same as any flavor..and put something together. Just enough to look like I put in effort, little enough to hide the goods.
I met him after work...DATE TIME: 5:45.....DATE ARRIVES: 6:04. Ok...traffic can be annoying, but so can sitting in a lobby during happy hour...well actually standing as the fancy waiting area did not have chairs. My feet are hurting but I was starting to feel like an idiot looking like a lost child waiting for their parent to show up. It was then it happened. My waiter walked by and I asked him if I was at the right place and there began my night of dreaming of the waiter. (Shook my head to snap out of it!) I need to focus! Focus on the vanilla! And then he arrived. Very nice, not bad looking at all. Although he kissed me on the cheek...He wasn't Italian or Portuguese so I want to know where THAT came from...moving along.
As he reaches the bottom of the stairs. I discover something veryyyy interesting. I quickly did the math in my head. I am 5'6, and I have 3.5 inch heels on. THAT makes me 5.9 AND a half. Something is incredibly wrong? Either he shrunk or he LIED about his height! He claimed to be 6 feet. Had I teased my hair just a little more I would have been taller than him,. Oh well, I suppose I can forgive him. Better for me, bring on the flats.
So we grab our table, a very cozy table at that, not just with each other but everyone else in the restaurant. I thought perhaps it was group dining? Our waiter introduces himself and holds the name of my ex..lovely. So the conversation began. It was enjoyable and pleasant except for the third visitor at our table. His indigestion. For the first 20 minutes. He burped (quietly thank you) but indeed burped every few seconds. Once Mr. Indigestion calmed down, I did enjoy the conversation. It was then interrupted when a very beautiful blonde decided to walk by our table. Given her level of attraction I would expect any person to look her way. Look once, no worries, look back again I might raise an eyebrow...look a third time I might throw my water on you. (In my head of course) All of which happened, except the water throwing. This was followed by texting under the table. As if I thought you were just staring at your crotch?
One point of the night the conversation turned to ice cream...very funny inside my head considering the description of this date.
I would say the best part of the whole date was the amazing food I had and I didn't even have to pay. I do admit I did feel slightly guilty but at the end of the day...I have paid for enough meals for men in my life...It's my turn!
Towards the end of the night we wrapped things up and headed out. It was not awkward but he spent more time outside in the cold buttoning up his jacket. He did not offer to walk me to my car and did not see if I made it home. (Even though I had consumed alcohol...helllloooo where's the gentleman!?)
I received a text the following day saying "I can't wait to see you again"....Unfortunately my fingers could not respond as I think I may have had an allergic reaction to Vanilla Ice cream that causes inability to respond to this date. Really!
So one down, but that's ok! It's just the beginning. :)...

I loved it, hilar. I havent been on a date myself for awhile and hence, there is why. somuch work! KimV
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