Part Two - Written during my lunch hour
I arrived just before two in the afternoon at the Art Museum wearing jeans, a button down shirt, and a sport jacket (at my daughter's suggestion). Emily arrived a minute or two later. We went in and started initially walking aimlessly around. I was a little nervous as I had not been on a date like this in ages. I usually use humor when I am nervous so when we came opon a sculpture that I found odd I joked that the artist had to be on some kind of "controlled substance" when he created his it. That kind of broke the ice a bit and we walked around the rest of the afternoon holding hands and making little jokes about the art. (Keep in mind I was a finance major and she was an accounting major, so art is a bit mysterious to both of us). The afternoon was very fun and the chemisrty was just right, or at least that is what I was thinking.
We finished with the exhibits around five in the afternoon and I did not want the date to end so I suggested that we go to a coffee shop or a restaurant. She was a little hungry, so I suggested a restaurant nearby that I had heard of but had never tried. We drove in my car the short distance. Since it was early reservations were not necessary, but it was a bit more upscale than I anticipated. I was dressed okay, but Emily just had on jeans and a pullover top with a collar. (If it was mine I would call it a golf shirt). She said it was too expensive for her, but I think it was the way she was dressed. I suggested that I would pay this time and she could pay next time. I said this partly because I wanted her to know I wanted there to be a next time and partly so she would know I was not cheap. We ended walking down the street to a little bar and got beer and sandwiches.
This is where things fell apart. We talked a little about work and how the economy was impacting our jobs. I mentioned that a good friend recently lost his girl friend because she lost her IT job and had to take one 1400 miles away. She then started talking about her ex boy friend and what went wrong there and I started talking about my ex which I know was stupid to do, but I wanted something to add to the conversation. A kindred spirits kind of thing. I got the impression that she was still in love with him, or at least was not over him. At that point the spell was broken. Up to that point the date was like magic. I had been imagining what it was going to be like giving her a good night kiss at the end of that date. I did not let my imagination take me any further than that, but after that discussion the conversation stalled. I paid the check and drove her back to her car and said good night.
I am not really interested in a girl friend who is still in love with her ex. At this point I am thinking this is just one of those fun dates that never amounts to anything more.
There it is. I wish it had a happier ending, but if it did, I would not have time to write about it.
Love 
