When Benjamin suggested that we meet at an independent coffee shop on the West Side, my first question was “Does it have parking?”. If you didn’t already know, parking in Los Angeles sucks. It’s in short supply and when you can find it, decipher the parking signs, and finally park, it’s usually expensive and inconvenient. Searching for parking is one of the things I dislike most about Los Angeles. To me, it’s even worse than the traffic. No one wants to stress out before a date because they can’t find parking. Especially me. The stress makes me all sweaty and sweat usually ruins my hair, makeup, and outfit. And then have to walk far in your dress or heels. Not a good look for a date.
*Parking rant over*
Because of my lack of confidence in ample parking at the coffee shop, I left work early and arrived for the date early. It was an unseasonably warm day, so I decided to go inside and order a drink without my date. The coffee shop was really small. This was not a good choice for a first date. Especially one where we would be talking about an arrangement. Strike 1.
I texted my date to see where he was, and he was running late. I told him I would be standing outside in the shade because all of the 8 seats inside the shop were occupied. When he finally arrived I asked him if he had ever been there before. He said no, but that he “thought it looked good on Yelp”. I strongly believe that you should never, ever trust Yelp. Besides the fact that they extort small businesses, the reviews are written by the general public and the general public is stupid. Strike 2.
He didn’t want to order a drink, and since the coffee shop was full, he decided we should walk down the street to a park. I definitely wasn’t wearing my walking shoes. And, again, it was unseasonably warm. The park was full of kids. Loud kids. And I don’t like kids. For what ever reason a mom (or nanny) thought it was appropriate to bring her crying child to our quiet area of the park to try to get him to stop crying, apparently not giving any shits that we were trying to have a quiet, private conversation. Although the crying children weren’t totally his fault, that was still Strike 3.
The conversation was OK, and I didn’t totally hate his company. We said we would try to hang out again, but after that first date I’m not sure I trust this guys planning capabilities….
P.S. The drink I ordered at the coffee shop was really, really good. Get an Earl Grey latte if you ever see one on a menu.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent.