So my date on Thursday was really unsuccessful, I honestly didn't have anything in common with the girl. Anyways, she calls me up and I see her driving around her super mini in circles not knowing where to park so I walk out to the street and guide her into a parking lot. She gets out of the car and instead of the cute girl I see in the pic there is a very very short girl whose over all shape was more akin to a box then really anything else. I'm a little disappointed but clearly don't show it, so we start making our way to the Seattle Center where we are going to watch a movie.
On the walk there we talk about various things like music, and what she was doing with her life. Finding out that she used to live in Austin Texas, which I thought made for some decent pieces of conversation. However, ultimately I couldn't stand her taste in music and she seemed very immature, which wasn't entirely to be expected but if I wanted to take a 12 year old out to lunch and a movie I would hope she is a cousin or something, not a date. So we make our way to the Seattle center and I tell her I don't really know where I'm going which is kind of fun, but she seemed to think that I didn't really have a plan. To be honest I didn't, so we ended up in the food court which I found out is a surprisingly good food court, a lot of selection with a large variety of prices. We ended up at a burger place where I got a bbq bacon burger and she had a normal burger.
We are sitting in line at the burger place and she is getting her iphone out and using it all over the place and I decide that I'm really not having any fun, so I make some of my own entertainment. We talk about a few random things, like the place she visits during the summer which is all she talks about, and I decide to tell her I have an embarrassingly bad short term memory and that I'm sorry if I ask her the same questions over and over again. I was lucky enough to keep a completely straight face and got through the rest of the conversation. One of the things I found out in this short period of time is that she doesn't like any sports, doesn't follow any teams, doesn't have a specific taste in music, isn't quite sure what she likes to do in her free time, and wishes she was at the place where she spends her summer. Naturally, I wasn't going to feel bad about how the rest of the date went. So I decide to ask her who her favorite musician is and what kind of music they play... for the second time.
We get our food and sit down and I continue to try and figure out if she does anything with her life, but was having very little success. I have seen rain puddles with more depth than she was showing; maybe she didn't like me and was only laughing to be polite. The rest of the date wasn't really about her anyways at this point and I was really only doing things for my own amusement, sorry if that sounds terrible but if you aren't going to try and hold a conversation I'm going to show very little remorse. I was lucky there was a middle school concert going on to break up our conversation and let me flick the little reset switch on my short term memory, we get up to go as I strike up a riveting conversation about music once again. Don't get me wrong it wasn't exactly the same but I structured it in such a way that I was letting on that I had forgotten something I was trying to remember. So I talked a bit about the kind of music I liked and what concerts she had gone to, and then of course had to ask her who her favorite band was again, and we went to the movie.
The movie was the best part of the date and I highly recommend Monsters vs. Aliens 3d IMAX to anyone who can get to an IMAX movie. Three Dimensional computer generated explosions are entertaining regardless of the format they are being presented in. The movie also had a surprisingly recognizable cast of voice actors and a wide range of humor from the childish to the conventional adult humor made so that the parents don't go crazy with their kids. What was really the icing on the cake during the date was the difference in jokes that I laughed at and what she laughed at. Based on that alone you would have thought I had brought an adolescent niece to the movie. Really all the adult jokes, even the obvious ones like "W.R. Monger", went right over her head; I don't even think there was a whooshing noise to accompany it. The movie ended and I was thoroughly entertained, we got up to leave and I made jokes about her personality, and generally coming off like a jerk. Something which she apparently laughs at and thinks is funny since it was the most natural she acted the entire night, who would have guess. The moment I was belittling the fact that she listens to crunk rap and bad country music I decided to whip out the question of who her favorite band was again. She answered politely once more; I didn't miss a beat and didn't crack into laughter, smooth as butter.
The walk back to her car was pretty much the same as the walk out, basically because I made sure the conversation went the same way under the guise of not remember jack shit about her. It wasn't that hard to do because she didn't really seem to tell me anything, didn't follow world events, hadn't heard of Somalia, needed clarification on swing flew (although don't we all), and barely batted an eyebrow at sub-prime mortgage crisis. Oh well, I couldn't really help it, she had lived in Texas for 4 years so I shouldn't hold it against her... I'm just kidding Texas you're an alright guy, especially in Austin or Houston. So we were finally got back to her car and I decided to go for a 5th time asking what her favorite band was. I sincerely apologized for not remembering and she took the bait, five questions five real answers and her not thinking that I had terrible short term memory the whole time. She got in the car and said she had a lot of fun and left on her confused way.
I was thoroughly disappointed in the date, but I figured you guys would enjoy. It wasn't the only date I went on that day; find out how I cleansed my pallet with a late night visit to the Wallingford area to meet a girl woman who was more than 4 years older than me.
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