Don't Want to Jinx It...

I haven't said much about Saturday night's encounter with the lawyer... and there's a reason. It's because I have no clue what the deal is.

In my eyes, the date was good. Like real good. In fact, I felt en fuego. She was responding to everything I said with a laugh and a sexy hair flip followed by more questions and actual listening. We had a scrumptous sushi dinner, got lost walking downtown, and went bar hopping till 1AM - a 5 hour date. The Sake was a'flowin, conversation was excellent, the flirting was firmly in place, and the clothes were falling off. Ok, the last part's not true, but I did chest bump the bathroom wall during one of my pee breaks at the bar I felt so good. She was incredibly sweet with such a fun personality. I was sure I was going to get an invite back to her place to take the couch because it was so late, and moreover,  she seemed to genuinely be interested.

Walking her home, though, something changed. Not only did I not get in the door, but just as we reached her apartment I got a funny "Hmm" feeling. Perhaps she had one too many and just needed to retreat. Perhaps she was just tired, but something felt a bit off. A quick hug goodbye and I was searching 7th avenue for my car, a slice of pizza and a place to pee. I settled upon a dark alley for the latter, hoping  I wouldn't have to call her to bail me out of a Manhattan police station or take the knife out of my leg.

Soon after, the obligatory post date exchange occurred (I feel these should just be automated by bots at this point). She mentioned having a great time to which I responded "Hopefully we'll get to do it again..." I received no message back.

Hmm...

A few notes worth mentioning now before I phone tomorrow and see if there is indeed a second opportunity:

• She was very easy on the eyes. Although she never tore off her glasses and accosted me over a bed of spicy tuna rolls, she did continue to flip her hair back over and over again like she was starring in a Pantene ProV commercial. I enjoyed this.
  
• The description of her thesis on politics and the fallacies and pitfalls of a two party system genuinely interested me. It made me want to rip off my glasses and accost her over the sushi table - but I wasn't wearing any glasses. This would have hurt my face.
  
• She had two tattoos. I dig this.
  
• She mentioned that she, too, had a crush on Topanga from Boy Meet's World - and would promptly do her if ever an encounter were to occur. I really dig this.

Phone call is tonight.. Here's hoping for another date!