Date 20.1

He remembered!  Twenty showed up at the salon for our date – yay!  We went to dinner at a carnival-themed restaurant called Straw, which I recommend for first dates because (a) the food is delicious and (b) if you’re not sure you’ll have much to talk about, you can discuss the atmosphere of the restaurant.  Fortunately, Twenty and I had plenty of conversation, and I think the evening was great.  We said goodbye outside of the restaurant, he gave me a hug, and then we talked for a while longer.  Then we said goodbye again, and he said he’d see me Sunday at church.  The bad news: like idiots, we didn’t exchange numbers.  The good news: I’m still interested in him, which is huge since I tend to lose interest in a guy after having a legitimate interaction with him.

I did see Twenty on Sunday.  I was greeting, and he walked up, gave me a hug, and stood next to me for a few minutes to talk; however, it was difficult to hold a steady conversation as I was also talking to people as they came in.  He told me he would see me inside, but after church was out I couldn’t find him.  Don’t worry, I had a brilliant idea – I wrote a note with my name and number and told him to get a hold of me this week and put it on the handlebars of his bike. 

After I left, I regretted that decision because there were way too many variables of why he might not call me – maybe I put it on the wrong bike (strong possibility because there were two bikes next to each other), maybe the note blew away, or maybe he just didn’t want to call me.  Ugh, this suspense is no good.