Our first date was fun, and even had its share of cute moments. It seemed like we connected a lot. Date B, I hoped, would be even better. WRONG. Somewhere between these two dates, either Thomas or I had changed - or lost our X factor. Maybe he was tired. Maybe I was tired. Maybe we drank more in the last date. Maybe there was less adrenaline pumping. Whatever it was, it felt like we were trying harder to get the conversation rolling, struggling in vain to find that connection. He even seemed less attractive (!) By the end of the date we were both yawning (ladies and gentlemen, this is not a good sign) and checking our phones. I left the date feeling mostly confused. You know that feeling - that moment of disappointment after you've spent 3+ hours with someone and frittered hard-earned dollars on an oyster dinner [Hank's Oyster Bar - I do not recommend the oyster fried platter, you're better off with the raw plates. I also do not recommend the ceviche. And for a refreshing drink, try the Hanky Panky - sparkling wine, citrus vodka, and a splash of limoncella]. I thought back fondly on the William situation (which, admittedly, didn't work out in the long run). We would shut down restaurants, bars, anywhere in the world with our endless, effortless conversation. It's true what they say. Once you've sampled the three course prix fixe dinner at a five star restaurant, you just can't feel the same way about the greasy deli down the street.
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