Here is his lucky moment; the coat comes off and he can give you the full elevator eyes while you’re folding your coat over your chair.
I know he’ll order a coke (I’ve seen one seltzer from a guy on a diet and one Sprite from a guy who just had to be different) and I’ll order a water – not because of dietary considerations but because (get this) I like water. It is my beverage of choice at almost any time, except with cookies or lasagna, when I prefer milk. I did order beer once, but the selection at the average lounge is simply too boring to make that a habit. Oh, and it’s not really very aidel.
For some reason the guy always needs a restroom break. I hardly ever do – excepting the time that the high-end pay-just-for-sitting-down lounge gave me a full liter and a half of water, and I finished it in an hour.
I wouldn’t mind the break except that they always take so long. What are they doing in there? And what are you supposed do when your date is off in the restroom? Sit there staring into space? Play demo games on your phone? I usually take a look at the paintings in the vicinity, but I can see them all and outline an essay on their hidden meanings before he returns, so I’m usually reduced to staring into space and avoiding the gazes of everyone who passes.
I always let the guy decide (I’m really quite passive on dates, I’m realizing), and hope he doesn’t make me stifle too many yawns before he decides it’s time to go.
Sometimes you keep going until a natural lull, someone checks their watch, you realize how late it is, and agree to go. Other times, exactly 2 hours into the date, no matter how well conversation is flowing, he calls for the check and you’re leaving.
I always take that as a bad sign. He’s done his 2.5 hours, been polite, and now he’s outta here, never to return. (I actually had a guy pull up in front of my house, check his watch, and fret, “It’s only been 2 and a quarter hours, is that okay?” I answered, “Really? Only two and a quarter hours? I hardly noticed,” which, in retrospect, might not have been the best response.)
Somehow the conversation always lags during this leg of the date. It doesn’t help that I’m tired; my brain ceases functioning at 10:15pm. So help me, I’m a morning person, but just try scheduling a date for 6:30am.
I know that this is the point where I’m going to misunderstand what he says, contend it for the sake of argument, and leave him with the impression that I have terrifying hashkafos – my #1 reason for being dumped (okay, maybe there’s a basis for it). I wish I could just curl up and nap until we get to my house.