The Growth of a Forest

Date Numero Deux Point Cinq

I never finished telling you about how the rest of the second date went.

After dinner and the walk, he was driving me back to my dorm when I mentioned I had seen his college before. We were driving past it at the time, so he offered to show me around. It looked quite large from the outside, but the students only really use the buildings on one corner of the campus, so it was actually kind of claustrophobic.

The 4 dorms were right next to each other and they were right next to the campus centre... which was right next to the academic building (note the single word "building", they only need one building...)... which was right next to trees. And in front of the dorms was a soccer field and the winding road through campus. It was quite depressing really, imagine going to school each day and never travelling more than a few hundred meters from your dormitory. For four years. And maybe the summer.

Andrew's a rising sophomore, by the way (so he doesn't fit the profile of who I'm normally attracted to), and he's actually taking the next semester off to travel to Brazil to help a new engineering school develop their curriculum and promote a campus identity. So really, I don't know why he asked me out on a date in the first place, because he won't even be on the same continent as me in a month. It was going nowhere. It went nowhere. [insert awkward hug at the end of the date, again]

So to recap: my first official date was not up to the standards popularized by my excessive reading of books. My second official date with the same guy was no better than the first.

I guess I'm glad that I went on the dates though (not about the $24 chicken parmesan... I'm still quite upset about it... It was delicious and I wish I could have packed it up for lunch the next day). I mean, I knew I didn't really like the guy, so what I really expected to get from the dates was just experience and a bit of new stuff to ensure that I didn't go insane on campus.

I hope not all dates go like this. If it keeps on being like this with all the guys that ask me out... then... I'll need to seriously reconsider what I'm doing. And possibly ask my parents if they have arranged a marriage for me behind my back (because, as bizarre as it sounds, it doesn't sound too bad now...) I guess it's only bad when you know you love another person and you're forced to part with him/her/them (no, I haven't forgotten you, non-binary people).