My First First Date In A Long Time
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Why girls on dating websites don't know how to have a conversation
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How Emo Updates Hurt Your Relationship
How Straightforwardness Got Him the Date
How to Keep Long-distance Relationships Alive
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Is Religion Important When Dating?
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So, a couple days later, I text the Chinese girl and ask her how the party went.
Her response: ”Great! But if you were there, would’ve been perfect!!! :) “
I like that response. We banter back in forth a bit, and then I eventually invite her to take me out in Chinatown the next day for afternoon tea, telling her she can “show me a good place”.
She agrees, only to hit me with the switch 20 minutes later, “we should go to dinner instead, there are no good cafes in Chinatown!”
Fucking shit. When Ghetto Club pulled this same shit on me a year ago, I rescinded the offer with a “never mind” that basically lead to our first ever fight – before we even went on our first date. But, this seems a bit different, it’s a Chinese girl who’s only been in America less than half a year and is taking me to a restaurant in Chinatown to show me something about where she comes from, so I actually just agree it and move our meeting time to later.
On the day of the date, I show up a bit early for a change. She’s not there yet, so I walk around. When she arrives, she texts me, “Hey I am right here!” So, I go back to our meeting spot and meet her. Then, we walk to the restaurant.
There are a lot of people standing around outside, so we assume there’s a wait. We go inside to put our name down, and she handles it of course speaking to the seating staff in Mandarin. She tells me it will be a 5 minute wait. So, we go back outside and look at some pastries in a nearby bakery and she’s explaining to me what the different treats are.
Sure enough in just a few short minutes, we’re called to come in and sit down. The place is rather small, so we’re actually sitting right next to another couple. I find it a bit odd and it also kind of kills any bit of sexual escalation I was planning on doing over dinner, since I have another couple right next to me.
We look at the menu and she points out things to me she thinks will be good, and I pretty much just go along with it, since I don’t know much about real Chinese food. She orders everything by talking to the waitstaff in Chinese and I have no idea what I’m about to get.
There’s tea on the table and she pours my glass and hers and continues to pour my tea all night long whenever its empty.
We chat a bit. The conversation is more comfort than anything, since it’s hard to attraction with her since her English isn’t great. I tell her about myself a bit and where I come from and I guess my hope in that is that minor DHV’s drop in from time to time.
When the food comes out, she tries to teach me how to use chopsticks, but I’m horrible at it I would starve if I were forced to eat such away. So, I wind up just eating the dumplings with the serving spoon until the waitstaff can bring me a fork. That’s much better.
We share a lot of laughs… at my expense…. since I’m so awful with the chopsticks. She keeps trying to teach me and help me, but to no avail really. Plus, this shit hurts my hand, it’s so unnatural for me.
About halfway through dinner she says I should use this time to practice my chopstick skills. I tell her that I’ll try them again, but she has to use her left hand.
She tries to using her left hand and drops stuff and struggles to pick stuff up, saying “It is hard with my left hand! I’m as bad as you!”
“Yeah, now you see how I feel….”
Eventually, I kind of get the hang of it and am actually able to eat with these things, although my hand feels like a warped claw. She keeps saying “Good, good. There you go.” Every time I successfully pick something up with the chopsticks, and then she tries to find something bigger or harder to grab and says, “now try this one.”
It’s quite the experience, but eventually we get full and request take home boxes. We split the check and head out. We walk and talk for a little bit to end the date, but for the first time in a long time, I’m questioning what I should do and how/if I should kino.
She touches my arm from time to time, usually crossing the street or something like that. I should’ve just grabbed her hand, but for some reason I was unsure about it…. and I can’t remember the last time I felt so unsure about grabbing a women’s hand, but here I was in Chinatown with a girl straight from China and I’m wondering “Can I grab her hand? Is that culturally allowed? Is that acceptable?”
I have no idea what the cultural norms are. So, I question it too much and never do it. At the end of the date, we hug before we part ways. I try to grab her chin and go for the kiss, but she gives me the cheek and that’s it. Again, she may just not be interested in kissing in public – I don’t know.
I should probably learn more about the cultural norms of dating Chinese women and then try to figure out how to fit and alpha frame into that. Or something.
All-in-all, it’s an okay date. I could’ve pushed to make it longer, extending in to a longer walk through the park or maybe to some place nearby, perhaps a pub even – although that’d be a bit incongruent with my new-found soberness. I’m not sure if I’m in much of a better position with her now than I was before – but at least I was able to hang out with her outside of school for a couple of hours and have a good time.
It also serves as a few firsts for me, which are nice to get out of the way:
my first date with an Asian girl and I’m not even talking FOB, just my first date with an Asian girl, period.
my first date since my break up with Ghetto Club
And, my first dinner first date….. maybe ever.
It may not go anywhere, but at least I learned how to use chopsticks.
Why “we need to talk” should be happening in your relationship
Living With The One You Love
4 Ways To Be Really Rude While Instant Messaging
How Emo Updates Hurt Your Relationship
How Straightforwardness Got Him the Date
How to Keep Long-distance Relationships Alive
How to Find Love in 2025
Is Religion Important When Dating?
Keeping A Romantic Life As A Single Mom
7 Sure-Fire Ways To Get Over A Relationship
So, a couple days later, I text the Chinese girl and ask her how the party went.
Her response: ”Great! But if you were there, would’ve been perfect!!! :) “
I like that response. We banter back in forth a bit, and then I eventually invite her to take me out in Chinatown the next day for afternoon tea, telling her she can “show me a good place”.
She agrees, only to hit me with the switch 20 minutes later, “we should go to dinner instead, there are no good cafes in Chinatown!”
Fucking shit. When Ghetto Club pulled this same shit on me a year ago, I rescinded the offer with a “never mind” that basically lead to our first ever fight – before we even went on our first date. But, this seems a bit different, it’s a Chinese girl who’s only been in America less than half a year and is taking me to a restaurant in Chinatown to show me something about where she comes from, so I actually just agree it and move our meeting time to later.
On the day of the date, I show up a bit early for a change. She’s not there yet, so I walk around. When she arrives, she texts me, “Hey I am right here!” So, I go back to our meeting spot and meet her. Then, we walk to the restaurant.
There are a lot of people standing around outside, so we assume there’s a wait. We go inside to put our name down, and she handles it of course speaking to the seating staff in Mandarin. She tells me it will be a 5 minute wait. So, we go back outside and look at some pastries in a nearby bakery and she’s explaining to me what the different treats are.
Sure enough in just a few short minutes, we’re called to come in and sit down. The place is rather small, so we’re actually sitting right next to another couple. I find it a bit odd and it also kind of kills any bit of sexual escalation I was planning on doing over dinner, since I have another couple right next to me.
We look at the menu and she points out things to me she thinks will be good, and I pretty much just go along with it, since I don’t know much about real Chinese food. She orders everything by talking to the waitstaff in Chinese and I have no idea what I’m about to get.
There’s tea on the table and she pours my glass and hers and continues to pour my tea all night long whenever its empty.
We chat a bit. The conversation is more comfort than anything, since it’s hard to attraction with her since her English isn’t great. I tell her about myself a bit and where I come from and I guess my hope in that is that minor DHV’s drop in from time to time.
When the food comes out, she tries to teach me how to use chopsticks, but I’m horrible at it I would starve if I were forced to eat such away. So, I wind up just eating the dumplings with the serving spoon until the waitstaff can bring me a fork. That’s much better.
We share a lot of laughs… at my expense…. since I’m so awful with the chopsticks. She keeps trying to teach me and help me, but to no avail really. Plus, this shit hurts my hand, it’s so unnatural for me.
About halfway through dinner she says I should use this time to practice my chopstick skills. I tell her that I’ll try them again, but she has to use her left hand.
She tries to using her left hand and drops stuff and struggles to pick stuff up, saying “It is hard with my left hand! I’m as bad as you!”
“Yeah, now you see how I feel….”
Eventually, I kind of get the hang of it and am actually able to eat with these things, although my hand feels like a warped claw. She keeps saying “Good, good. There you go.” Every time I successfully pick something up with the chopsticks, and then she tries to find something bigger or harder to grab and says, “now try this one.”
It’s quite the experience, but eventually we get full and request take home boxes. We split the check and head out. We walk and talk for a little bit to end the date, but for the first time in a long time, I’m questioning what I should do and how/if I should kino.
She touches my arm from time to time, usually crossing the street or something like that. I should’ve just grabbed her hand, but for some reason I was unsure about it…. and I can’t remember the last time I felt so unsure about grabbing a women’s hand, but here I was in Chinatown with a girl straight from China and I’m wondering “Can I grab her hand? Is that culturally allowed? Is that acceptable?”
I have no idea what the cultural norms are. So, I question it too much and never do it. At the end of the date, we hug before we part ways. I try to grab her chin and go for the kiss, but she gives me the cheek and that’s it. Again, she may just not be interested in kissing in public – I don’t know.
I should probably learn more about the cultural norms of dating Chinese women and then try to figure out how to fit and alpha frame into that. Or something.
All-in-all, it’s an okay date. I could’ve pushed to make it longer, extending in to a longer walk through the park or maybe to some place nearby, perhaps a pub even – although that’d be a bit incongruent with my new-found soberness. I’m not sure if I’m in much of a better position with her now than I was before – but at least I was able to hang out with her outside of school for a couple of hours and have a good time.
It also serves as a few firsts for me, which are nice to get out of the way:
my first date with an Asian girl and I’m not even talking FOB, just my first date with an Asian girl, period.
my first date since my break up with Ghetto Club
And, my first dinner first date….. maybe ever.
It may not go anywhere, but at least I learned how to use chopsticks.
Début de l'événement
24.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
24.01.2022