Tenant: Date 1

I met up with Tenant for drinks last night. She's kind of a wild girl and may actually challenge me.

Tenant and I made plans to meet up at Proof in Chinatown. I get there a little early and she wasn't there yet, so I went to the men's room. When I came out a minute later Tenant was sitting at the bar. I touched her on the back and said hello then gave her a kiss on the cheek, which I don't think she was expecting. That's always an awkward moment. Do you kiss, do you hug, what's protocol there? In Europe it's easy, you kiss. In the US it's a quandary. Fuck it, I kiss.

Tenant was different looking than I remember. She is taller than I recall, and was much prettier. Also, I can't be sure, but I think she has fake boobs, which I didn't notice at first. It's hard to say. She could have had some sort of bionic bra on last night, or something that concealed her chest the first time I met her. I'm not really a boob guy, but it is worth noting.

We had a couple of drinks at the bar then I suggested we get some dinner. Neither of us had ever eaten at Proof so we decided to just stay there and eat rather than traipse around in the rain looking for somewhere else to eat. We got a table and ordered a bunch of appetizers. When it was all said and done dinner and drinks was $150, which I think is fucking ludicrous because I was neither particularly drunk nor full when we were done.

While we were eating these two giant dudes sat at the table next to us. They looked like they stepped right out of a Jersey Shore episode. There were all 'roided up, fake tans, big silver chains, and those choochy "Affliction" t-shirts that have wing, skull and sword graphics all over them. Then they opened their mouths and they both had super gay affects. It was so ironic. Giant Gay Guido A was saying how much he loved getting voice messages from Giant Gay Guido B during the day, and how it made him smile. The whole scene was absurd and Tenant was having a hard time keeping it together. She was giggling and making all sorts of funny faces. Then, the two guys both got up from the table and left. We looked at the table and one dude had left his wallet. We were a little tipsy, so Tenant grabs the wallet and says "Let's see who this joker is." She rifled through it, looking at his credit cards and license, checking how much cash he had. I didn't know if these guys left for good, went to smoke a cigarette, or were jerking each other off in the bathroom. But what I did know what that if they came back and found Tenant going through their wallet, it wasn't going to be her that got into the fight. I looked around and saw them coming back. I was like "There coming, toss it. Put it back!" Tenant closed the wallet and flicked it back on the table. They were none the wiser but the couple at the next table over saw the whole thing. I got a kick out of it, though.

After dinner we went to Poste for a couple of drinks. By this time Tenant is slurring her speech a little and is being a little more touchy-feely. She asked when my birthday was then gives me a little run-down on what my sign is, and what it means. I put exactly zero stock in all that astrology bullshit. Tenant is kind of losing me at this point and I can't help thinking that she's a bit of an idiot for buying into that nonsense. When she was finished I said, "How about you, what's your sign and what does it mean?" I was kind of making fun of her. She said "Well, I'm a (I don't recall what her sign was, I had already checked out of the conversation), we're very [...blah, blah, blah]...but we're physical. We love sex." OK, I was back in the conversation. She got my attention. I said "Oh yeah?" She said "Yeah, sure. We love sex." And shrugged her shoulders and gave me this really sexy look.

Taking a step back, I really had no intention of trying to take her home. I'm not sure exactly why, maybe because it was a week night and a first date. We both had work in the morning, it would just be complicated. But the whole bit about how much she loved sex got me thinking that maybe she had other ideas.

After two drinks at Poste it was time to "call the ball". It was almost midnight. Do we head to another bar and kick it up a notch, do we go back to my place, or do we say good night and go to our respective homes? It's at this point that I usually casually mention how great it's going to be to go home and soak in the hot tub. However, I kind of got the sense that this would turn her off, so I didn't bring it up, I just said "It's a school night, should we head out?" Tenant agreed and we walked outside.

To make a very long story short, I got all kinds of mixed signals from Tenant once we left the bar. I was tired and set on just going home and passing out. Tenant seemed content to go home, but when I went to put her in a cab she tried to make out in the street. I would say that there was a 75% chance I could have taken her home last night, if not higher. While I'm sitting here writing this I can't think of a single good reason why I didn't.

Actually, now I'm a bit angry at myself.

We left off that we would meet up next week for drinks.