The Date

It didn’t take long before I got a reply from the cute guy. A very neutral reply, where he asked for more photos than the ones I had on my profile. I wasn’t thrilled, because I had gained a little weight, since being increased in Seroquel. I was on a rather high dosage now. Maybe it wasn’t fair to the cute guy, but I was lonely. I lived with A and B, one of the best couples I knew.
They weren’t just going out, they were best friends. I needed to try that.

I sent the photos, but I didn’t expect to hear from him again. Maybe I was too fat or he was too superficial? My doubts were put to shame, he replied immediately. The sweetest, longest letter. It made me smile, he seemed nice and in no way superficial. We wrote each other for a long time. He had recently gotten out of a relationship and couldn’t meet with me right away, since he had to move. I was a little sceptical, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, he seemed so nice.

The day of the date arrived. We had been writing for over a month, so it was about time. I was nervous, but A calmed me down. Half an hour before the date the phone rang. Oh no! He’s gonna cancel. My heart was racing as I answered the phone. Hi, I’m here now, I’m sitting in the back of the cafe with my computer, he said. I was so happy, I couldn’t believe I was finally gonna meet him. When you show up half an hour early, you’re definitely interested, A said. I hoped it would go well.

I took a taxi. I wasn’t good at the whole bus thing, and I really wanted to meet him with as little anxiety in my body as possible. I walked through the cafe and all of a sudden he was standing right in front of me, he was smiling. It was the best smile I had ever seen. We hugged and he showed me to our table. We ordered two beers. The conversation was a little slow to begin with, which gave us ample opportunity of overhearing the conversation at the next table. It was about a really complicated break up. It seemed a little absurd and we started laughing. The ice was broken. We started talking and couldn’t stop. I carefully told him about some of my issues, he didn’t even blink. He told me about himself and I loved what I heard. Around midnight we shared a taxi to Vesterbro, where he was living also, but we weren’t ready to call it a night. We went to Blomsten (a bar) and on to Skipper Bodega (another bar). We had a party and it ended at my place.
He didn’t leave until mid-morning. I cooked him breakfast and we continued the conversation where we had left off the night before. It was the most perfect and the longest first date ever. Oh T, I was so happy to have met him.