Bachelor #1

I went on a date last night. I didn't get done with my last meeting until 7 pm and he invited me out right as I was leaving my building. He asked if I wanted to go to ArtWalk and I said, "I'm hungry." He met me in an alley off of 6th and Spring. I felt weird to be meeting up in my work clothes. I felt like such a nerd. He was dressed in some funky jacket and cool jeans with his hair in a mohawk, and there I was in black cuffed slacks, a silk shirt embellished with lace and a crisp black cardigan with my little bob parted to the side. He said, "You look different from the other night."

We were supposed to go out to eat, but while we were standing on the corner waiting for the light to turn green, his friend called. He said, "Ay dude, I ended up meeting up with Raquel earlier than I thought and I'm not making the chilaquiles any more. You can join us if you like." My eyes lit up, "Chilaquiles?" We walked to a liquor store for a six pack of Pacifico and then to his place. He made the chilaquiles how I would make them except he used ground turkey. Truth be told, I'd do mine with wienies. On the side, he served queso panela and avocado slices.

As we walked around downtown and into the galleries we chatted about family, work, etc. He was easy to talk to and interesting. Somewhere towards my 11 pm time limit he said, "You're really girly, and I like that."

Uh oh.