Have you ever been asked out on a date and been filled with such joy and excitement, only to go on the date and wish you had never left your house? – Well, I have – a few times – this is one:
I was introduced to B a few years ago by mutual friends. He was smart, sweet, a bit of a geek (which I love) and wasted no time after our initial introduction to ask me out, which he did not by text or Facebook, but in a phone call!! (I know, shocking)
After much obsession over what I would wear, and a lot of discussion with the J’s, I was a little bit surprised when B called me up the night before our date to tell me I should be ready by 9am – what? Realizing that the outfit of choice would not be day time fabulous, I pushed away nervous thoughts as to why he wanted a day time date, summoned the J’s and a new outfit was chosen.
I woke bright and early, and promptly at 9am, B showed up at my door. Not just a beep from the car, but a front door walk and pick up (extra bonus points) and a car door opening (extra extra bonus points). I asked B what his plans for the day were? To which he replied “I thought we would just grab a bite to eat.” This answer left me feeling a bit deflated. We were going for breakfast? Was he secretly a 70 year old man who just looked really good? It was a few minutes later when we got on to the main highway, that I realized I needed to ask a second question – Where are we going to eat? The answer; Charlottetown.
To those of you reading who are not here in Halifax, Charlottetown is a city in the neighbouring PROVINCE of Prince Edward Island. We were driving 3 and 1/2 hours to go and have lunch in Charlottetown. I was a little bit leery that we would be crossing provincial lines (and technically the Atlantic Ocean) just to go out to lunch, but I had to give him credit for creativity. Why just go out to eat in Halifax, when there was another perfectly beautiful capital city only a few hours away.
The ride over was a good one. We made small talk, getting to know each other type stuff, crossed the Confederation Bridge and before I knew it we were in Charlottetown. Charlottetown is a beautiful city, and in the summer there is absolutely no where like it with it’s quaint shops, great restaurants, and bustling streets.
This date was on the first weekend in May. Nothing was open.
After a few minutes of driving (it’s a pretty small city) we found somewhere to go and had the place all to our selves. Half way through the meal we ran out of things to say and started looking into our plates as if they were the most fascinating things we had ever laid eyes on. I did not know how I was going to survive the drive back to Halifax and was so excited when we finished up and got back into his car.
We drove in the most awkward of silences, he would try to drum up conversation and vice versa, but it would die quickly.
In my head I kept telling myself to say something, think of something, this was a nice guy who had gone to so much trouble to take me out, but I couldn’t think of anything.
Watching paint dry would have been 100% more interesting, I kid you not.
We finally crossed over the bridge and then instead of turning back towards Nova Scotia, we started to drive further into New Brunswick (another province) Quite panic stricken, I questioned B as to why were weren’t going back home to which he replied, with a huge smile on his face;
“I thought we’d catch a movie…in Moncton.”…….
to be continued.