Romantic dating stories
Take, for example, my friend who told me about the time he was invited by a photographer he’d just met to go take pictures at a wedding in upstate New York for the weekend.
Or the epic first date I once had that involved meeting up in Central Park and then heading out to Queens to an old-fashioned ice cream parlor and then to the Louis Armstrong Museum, where we happened to see a jazz band up from New Orleans who walked through the house playing their instruments in homage to the jazz legend.
But it was really sexy to fly a kite, kind of like in the movies when the dude teaches the preppy girl to play golf, like “It's all in the hips.”Then we went back to downtown Mountain View and I bought a journal at a bookstore (which felt like a good omen, like the start of something new) and ate Mongolian BBQ which was kind of gross and def not romantic.
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He invited me to a meditation class, which I had never done but was like, sure, why not. So instead of the yoga set up (what I was picturing) it was a very serious, very intense zen buddhist temple sort of deal. I actually had a mini panic attack from the deathly silence and stillness and snuck out during the "walking meditation" part (it was so quiet in there I could hear myself swallowing and that FREAKED ME OUT, MAN).
But he handled it like a pro, despite it also not being what he expected at all; he'd only been to more casual places before, and this one described itself as the Navy Seals of meditation.