So I’d planned out a date with a girl I’d recently met online (yay dating sites; they’re not always horrible!) where we were going to meet up and go kayaking before grabbing some dinner nearby. The plan was to leave work early, then meet up at Allston to rent boats – we chatted during the day, and things looked like they’d go as planned…
- I leave work a bit early and bike down the Charles – lots of bugs, but thankfully I’ve got my glasses on so they aren’t the worst thing ever. I do swallow at least five or ten little flys though. Meh. Protein.
- Get there early, but unfortunately they’re under construction and not open on Wednesdays… crap! She’d checked in before, and their website isn’t the best at telling you when they’re open and when they’re not (it defaults to telling you the hours for that day, and you have to hunt for the full schedule). I shoot a text over to her about it, she says she’ll meet me there, and I take a quick nap in the sun while I wait
- “This place is closed… but there is one more option, though it’ll be a heavy bike ride.” <– I always have a backup plan, and this one was to ride down to Kendall square, to the other rental location. But it’s nearly 6 miles biking, and we had less than 20min…
- This is how I know I like this girl – she looks at me, grins, and says “hell yeah!” while jumping back on the bike.
- Good bike ride, and we go quickly. It’s fun, actually following a really similar route to what I used to take to get to Biogen
- Kendall is closed too! Damn! I guess they’re all closed mid-week
- Instead, we take a walk along the esplanade, dip our feet, and play the “getting to know you” game on land, instead of on the water. It’s still good.
- Once we get to the Mass Ave bridge it’s starting to get rather late, so we hop back on the bikes and go to a place called Emma’s Pizza for dinner. It’s excellent, and we get a rather appetizer of Brie & chips, followed by an amazing Pizza (carmelized onions, bacon, and buffalo chicken)
- Chat more, relax, and then head our separate ways at the end of the evening
Ed Note: For those curious, we planned a second date that evening, to meet up on Saturday and do a full day-trip worth of kayaking, to make up for the lost adventure we had planned. However, I got a “thanks, but no thanks” text message on Saturday morning, and that was the end of that. I find that I’m basically the worst at understanding when dates go well, or go poorly. I generally think that they all go well