Working Class Boy #2

Date 2
On our second date we saw a play which had received raving reviews, but which I found a bit disturbing. For example, in a twisted sex scene on a kitchen counter the hostess and a much older guest cheated on their partners during a dinner party while the old guy’s wife and grown-up son were talking to the hostess’s husband in the living room next door. Maybe too intense for a second date?

We went for drinks afterwards, but I felt too shell-shocked to discuss the play. We talked about other stuff and it was nice. He had read everything by David Foster Wallace. Even unfinished stuff! While not exactly obscure, the author isn’t that widely known outside the US.

He noticed before I did that I was uncomfortable discussing a topic. I don’t remember which topic, but I liked his perceptiveness and consideration. I believe his job requires a lot of listening, and he is very good at it.

He gave me a lift home which was great. He can drive and has a car, how convenient! Compare 10 min in good company in a cosy car to 40 min of waiting at a bus stop, sitting in the freezing or overheated bus with unsavoury or smelly characters, before finally having to walk through an unlit park to get home.

It turned out that he had been to my house before because he is friends with my neighbours (click). Awkward. Now I feel like my neighbours are spying on me.

Parking in front of my house I could see my flatmate through the window doing the dishes. I didn’t want to linger here, exposed like that. He made no attempt to get out and open my door for me (how dare he not to!), so I just gave him a hug in the car, making it practically impossible for him to kiss me.

I think I dodged a bullet there. Kissing in a car is awkward.

To be continued.