Chapter 2 - The First Date

The three days leading up to the date I had gone through on a real high, I was excited to see how things would go. I had booked a fancy Italian restaurant in the centre of the city, which I’d been to one lunch time with my parents (they were paying) and was sure on an evening would be very romantic and knew the food would be lovely. I had managed to resist the safe option of a trip to the cinema, where there is less need for conversation, because hey if we could not talk what would have the point been anyway.

By the time I got to the door of her flat my nerves were really beginning to build. As I waited in her kitchen with one of her flatmates the tension built even greater. When she finally entered the room I was petrified, she looked wonderful. She had a glow about her that captivated me in a way she had never done before. With her slender frame she had done her best to at least she had something in the way of a bust. On this score however I could not help but be disappointed, but I’m trying to give this a chance I had to tell myself.

The date started well, the conversation was free flowing along with the bottle of Pinot Grigio we had ordered. For her main course she had chosen the tagliatelle, much to my disappointment having decided against having a starter beforehand. When it arrived though the way she went about eating the meal made up for the earlier disappointment. She seemed to eat with a real sense of enjoyment, savouring every mouthful as if it was the best thing in the world. I was having real problems trying to concentrate on the odd things we chatted about ever so occasionally or on my own meal.

To my excitement when she had finished the meal she decided that she wanted to follow it with some dessert, she ordered a slice a chocolate gateau. She continued to eat the slice with the same level of appreciation as she had the pasta. My pleasure of this was short lived as either from reaching capacity or just embarrassment of how she had been devouring the food to this point she stopped suddenly having hardly gotten anyway through the slice.

We carried on the date after finishing the meal for quite a while longer, with another bottle of wine and getting to know each other better, it was not until the waiters started giving us funny looks we decided to move on. As I dropped her off at her flat the date ended with a kiss, which I thought to have plenty of passion to go with it. I was not yet convinced that I would be able to deal in the long term with how thin she was, but I might, just might. With the way she went about her food maybe this could be the consolation I was looking for.