Three-Way First Date

ALBANY, N.Y. - I'm holed up on this chilly December evening at Professor Java's Coffeeshop, a high school hangout for the goth/poetry reading set. I'm supposed to be writing a letter to Beijing University about spring semester admission, but instead I've been listening in on a first date a couple tables over.

I particularly enjoy this story, told by the male - a self-proclaimed "easy going person" - about a previous unsuccessful dating experience.

"She was dressed basically like her mother. But she's like three years younger than us. She was just really out there. And I'm like she's totally, totally not my type. But I'm having a great time with this."

"So finally her friends get there and we have a couple drinks. We were pretty buzzed. It was like 12:30 and we left, and I knew a place on my route that was open.

"I had a good conversation, I had a good time. I mean anything above that, no way, but I had a good time."

"A couple days later, I call her up, and ask to speak with her, tell her 'hey that was fun. maybe we should have drinks again some time. But her mother picks up the phone and says she's not home."

At this, the date groans. Her new man got stood up.

"And now I feel stupid, because I totally didn't want this to be anything, and now it looks like I'm the one who's calling."

"And you're trying to be a nice guy."

"Yea."

I can only hope the same thing doesn't happen after this date.