{"id":190,"date":"2013-11-16T02:49:44","date_gmt":"2013-11-16T02:49:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.motebu.com\/?p=190"},"modified":"2013-11-16T02:58:49","modified_gmt":"2013-11-16T02:58:49","slug":"holden-caulfield-first-date","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.motebu.com\/?p=190","title":{"rendered":"Holden Caulfield: First Date"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was\u00c2\u00a0so right.<\/em><\/p>\n

After a little bit of internal debate, I decided to meet Holden Caulfield for a drink the other night.<\/p>\n

He texted me the night before:<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Hey lookin forward to tomorrow, is like 9:30 okay? \u00c2\u00a0I can pick you up wherever you are so you don’t have to worry about getting anywhere<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Sure! \u00c2\u00a0(But a little confused) What do you mean pick me up? \u00c2\u00a0Like in a car? \u00c2\u00a0(See, in the City, you usually just go out and meet men on dates. \u00c2\u00a0Most of the time, they don’t offer to pick you up. \u00c2\u00a0And although I lived in Minneapolis and dated a bit there, where the men would drive and pick you up in cars, this is still surprising to me since I identify with dating mostly in NYC. \u00c2\u00a0The only other men who picked me up in their cars was 1) a millionaire who had sold his startup and told me how much money he made from it and 2) My Mr. Big (MMB) who I dated over the summer and drove an M5)<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Yep<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Oh wow, that would be so nice of you!!<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Cool \ud83d\ude42 see you tomorrow!<\/p>\n

The next day I wasn’t feeling very well and could feel a cold coming on (itchy throat and ears) so I texted Holden Caulfield. . .<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0hey there are you available for drinks on Friday instead of tonight? \u00c2\u00a0I developed a sore throat and would like to get to bed early.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0No problem Friday I have my friends bday dinner and will meet you after. \u00c2\u00a0But aww man was excited to see you. \u00c2\u00a0Feel better and hopefully we can chill Friday if not brunch Saturday!<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Hm well I can go out tonight but just not stay out too late? \u00c2\u00a0(I just wanted to get the date done and over with)<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Yea take a nap and lets just meet for a bit I won’t keep you up late promise. \u00c2\u00a0We can go somewhere close to you<\/p>\n

So, Holden Caulfield was a half hour late to pick me up. \u00c2\u00a0I have a sore throat, I’m tired. \u00c2\u00a0I’m not happy about this.<\/p>\n

HC was really apologetic and nice and normal. \u00c2\u00a0But he pulled up in a car service car, which was not what I expected. \u00c2\u00a0He explained that he does have a car that he keeps in the City but didn’t want to bring it out. \u00c2\u00a0I didn’t want to engage in too much conversation in the car in front of the driver because I just felt embarrassed that I was going out with this guy I met once, randomly on Thompson Street.<\/p>\n

We arrived at a cute little wine bar just 5 blocks up from me. \u00c2\u00a0I had no idea this place existed. \u00c2\u00a0HC picked it out.<\/p>\n

So, we sat at the bar and debated sharing a bottle of wine. \u00c2\u00a0It’s already past 10pm. \u00c2\u00a0We got a bottle of red wine.<\/p>\n

We engaged in some normal conversation, catching each other up on our life events over the past month and a half since we met. \u00c2\u00a0He told me about the work he does and I told him about mine. \u00c2\u00a0HC works in the world of finance. \u00c2\u00a0Go figure. \u00c2\u00a0But the work he does is cool and on the cutting edge. \u00c2\u00a0And he loves what he does so I found that to be very refreshing and nice to listen to.<\/p>\n

Then<\/em>. . .<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0So, when did you move to the City?<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

. . .I’m staring blankly at him. . .<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0(meekly) I think I’m a little older —<\/p>\n

But before I can finish, HC interrupts me \u00c2\u00a0—<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0I know. \u00c2\u00a0(Nonchalantly)<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0I’m older than I think you think I am.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0I knew you were older. \u00c2\u00a0I don’t care.<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Ok, I moved to the City in 1998. \u00c2\u00a0(And I cringe, slightly)<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0I don’t care. \u00c2\u00a0I have friends that are older than me. \u00c2\u00a0“So-and-so”, my good friend is like 37. \u00c2\u00a0Except for my high school friends I have a ton of friends in their 30s.<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Are you even 30 yet?<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

. . .<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0(smiling) Almost.<\/p>\n

But as we are talking, we’re joking and laughing and HC is cracking jokes left and right about this whole age thing. \u00c2\u00a0And his sense of humor is good: \u00c2\u00a0witty, light, jovial. \u00c2\u00a0Just trying to make light of the situation so I don’t feel awkward. \u00c2\u00a0Just being very considerate of my feelings.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0I was thinking to myself — “Oh in 1998, well I graduated high school in 2004. . . ”<\/p>\n

OMG, he graduated high school in 2004.<\/em><\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0But then I thought, “OH wait. . .”<\/p>\n

So, we’re sitting there laughing and I’m still feeling a little uncomfortable, and HC can sense this so he says. . . “The only way to make this better is to just make out right now<\/em>.”<\/p>\n

We laugh more. \u00c2\u00a0I’m not making out with him at the bar.<\/p>\n

HC says, “I like your laugh”<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0(I stop in my tracks, tilt my head sideways, and sincerely) Thanks. \u00c2\u00a0[Smile]<\/p>\n

We carried on with the wine and talked about all kinds of things. \u00c2\u00a0His sense of humor was on the same wavelength as mine and he seemed so happy-go-lucky. \u00c2\u00a0Not jaded. \u00c2\u00a0Not cynical. \u00c2\u00a0Not resentful. \u00c2\u00a0Nothing like the 40+ year old men I’ve dated. \u00c2\u00a0Just so refreshing. . .<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Your hair looks different than when we met.<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Yeah, I straightened it. \u00c2\u00a0It was curled that night.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0(very matter of fact) \u00c2\u00a0I like it.<\/p>\n

Then somehow we got into vacation spots.<\/p>\n

He loves the beach. \u00c2\u00a0So do I.<\/p>\n

HC loves Hawaii. \u00c2\u00a0So do I.<\/p>\n

HC grew up surfing. \u00c2\u00a0OMG. \u00c2\u00a0I started surfing 9 years ago. \u00c2\u00a0Music to my ears.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0Can you surf waves that are around 4′?<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Biggest waves I’ve surfed were around shoulder height.<\/p>\n

HC: \u00c2\u00a0That’s not bad. \u00c2\u00a0Maybe about 5′.<\/p>\n

Me: \u00c2\u00a0Occasionally I’ll go smell my wetsuits in my closet because I miss the beach, water, and waves.<\/p>\n

(Oh no, maybe that made me sound like a weirdo).<\/p>\n

It was time to head home. \u00c2\u00a0It was getting late and I was out later than I wanted to be, though we were having fun. \u00c2\u00a0I suppose all good things must come to an end.<\/p>\n

Holden Caulfield walked me home.<\/p>\n

Smile, Adam!<\/p>\n

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