lukewarm

I had a second date with Shawn Salesman on Monday. I wasn't thrilled about how he chose to ask me out (via text message - riiiiight), but I was interested in getting to know him better, so we planned to get together for dinner and maybe a walk.

He offered to come out my way (not that he doesn't live ten minutes from me) and I picked a nice Malaysian restaurant uptown. He was ten minutes late - he sent me a text to let me know (seriously, he texted me while he was driving. phone much?).

Dinner was good - the food, I mean. He was...well, I don't know. It felt like we had been together a long time, in the sense that there were relatively-long pauses in the conversation that you would only expect in two people that had been together for so long, they really didn't have anything more to say to each other. He asked me questions, which was nice, but they were all about my cousin's wedding plans. Where were they getting married? How many people were invited? Did her fiance help with the planning or was she doing it on her own? Weird, right? He didn't make a lot of eye contact either. Again, like we had been together a long time.

We split the bill, which I didn't mind to do, but it made me even more aware that it wasn't really a date. It didn't feel like a date.

After dinner, we went for a nice walk around the Queen's Park and looked at all the heritage houses. He asked me, "If you had all the money in the world, what kind of house would you get? Big or small?" I said that I would get a big, ol' Victorian house with lots of rooms and secret passageways. He'd get a small house.

He gave me a hug at the end (and we know that doesn't mean much anymore!) and said, "We'll talk soon, eh?"

He won't call again.