Since I hadn't heard from Nick since Sunday's phone call, I asked my co-workers, Fred and Tim, if I should text him. After getting the story from me about how Nick and I had left things a little vague as to who was supposed to contact who (but leaning towards me as the one to do it), both guys said that I should text him. So when I left work on Friday, I texted to say:
Lila (5:38pm): I hear that the Jets are favored by 2 1/2 over the Bengals. Pretty sure that they won because I rooted for them--so you owe me. :)
Nick (5:40pm): Haha yes it looks like I do!
And a half an hour later texted again:
Nick (6:11pm): You up to anything fun this weekend
Lila (6:21pm): I might be at Isabelle's tonight and I have some things on Sunday afternoon, but otherwise nothing much. You?
Nick (6:23pm): Yeah might meet some friends tonight.. That's about it.. You maybe want to go grab a drink tomorrow?
On Saturday evening we met at a restaurant close to my house; he was late by more than ten minutes. I overlooked that because he was coming from about forty miles away and he apologized profusely for it. We went to the bar and he bought us a couple of beers and we stood talking for more than three and a half hours and just generally having a good time. I had three beers, he had four, and we shared an egg roll appetizer that was really good. The bar was shutting down, though, so he asked if he could follow me back to my place to sober up before the long drive home. I had already mentioned that Dwight and Sophie were having people over and that there was something going on over there, so it wasn't as presumptuous as it might sound. Anyway, we went in and several friends were over and about to play another drinking game, so we joined in.
And then he kept drinking. I was too, a little, but I thought that someone with such a long drive ahead of him should probably stop drinking at some point and he didn't. Dwight went to bed and some people left until it was just Sophie, Nick, myself, and Nathan's brother, Nelson. Nelson's wife had already left and he was planning to sleep in the guest bedroom and I was wondering when Nick was going to leave or if he was going to stay at our place. My basement was a disaster area as it normally is because I never had any intention of letting him go down there, so I didn't even want to offer him my couch. At this point I was also kind of thinking that he should have made sure that he could get home safely that night because this was a first date and not the time for getting plastered and having to stay the night.
Anyway, we were sitting on a couch together and sometimes he would hold my hand and stroke it or put his arm around my shoulders. I let him because it was kind of nice and comfortable, but I was aware that this wasn't first date behavior. He got up once or twice to smoke with Nelson and our friend Miguel before he left, and then he brought out the dip. DIP. I mean, he's from Jersey not Georgia! I decided then that I didn't want to kiss him if it came down to that because GROSS. Nothing like thoughts of mouth cancer to get a girl charged up.
He also talked about his ex-girlfriend a lot. A LOT. I mentioned that my ex was a Patriots fan and I was glad that they lost to the Ravens (sorry, Isabelle!), but I didn't talk about Charlie until he asked me questions and even then I didn't go into too much. But I know a lot about his ex and about how he still talks to her all the time and even still loves her, though he never thought of marrying her--despite living with her for three years.
I fell asleep a couple of times sitting up next to Nick while he and the other two had deep philosophical existential conversations. Sophie told me later that he said that he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to get married and that didn't really believe that there's a life beyond this one, i.e. Heaven. "Lila's gonna hate me," he told her drunkenly while I slept beside him.
Eventually, everyone went to bed. Sophie and Nelson went down the hall and I gave a blanket to Nick as he laid down on the sofa and I got ready to go downstairs. "Give me a hug," he muttered and I obliged. He said something about me being mad at him and I was confused. "Why do you think that?"
"Because you didn't want me to come downstairs," he replied, still drunk. I shook my head. "I'm not mad at you. I just said 'no.'" When I was falling asleep he had suggested that we go downstairs so that I could. At the time I assumed that he intended to sleep on the couch, but now I wonder if he actually wanted to sleep in the bed with me because he then offered to sleep on the floor. I simply said, "No," kind of nonchalantly. In retrospect, I wish that I had cleaned up and I could have put him on my couch because Dwight woke up early the next morning and was annoyed that he had to work at kicking Nick out. Oops. I felt really bad about that. Sophie hadn't seemed to have any problem with Nick sleeping there and it hadn't occurred to me that it would bother Dwight--probably because I'd been drinking. Oh well. Next time I'll be more considerate.
Nick texted me later in the day to tell me that he had a good time and then told me to have fun at the baby shower I was attending. I texted back a few hours later when I had some spare time that I had a good time, too. I don't know if he'll call me again, but I think that he might. If he asks me out, I'll go again, but I don't really see this turning into a relationship.
My Worst Date Ever
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