Date Two

...ended too soon, and I'm thinking about a date three.

We took separate vehicles, met for supper, talked about cultural differences. Her generation would date for years before holding hands, and obviously things are not that way here. Her body language was defensive, but at times positive, alternating between nervously caressing the water glass and tightly folding her arms across her chest. She talked quite a bit while I stumbled for words, however, so obviously I had my own set of nerves and butterflies.

We talked well after the end of the meal, split the cheque, and made our way to the evening's second activity about a mile away, this time in one car. We enjoyed the innocuous miniaturized sport, and by the end she had relaxed somewhat. Several brief moments of physical contact came when we took turns picking up the two golf balls, and handing one over. Afterwards, we drove back to her car, and said good night. Mindful of the cultural discussion we had earlier, I didn't make a move. As she left the car, she reached over and drew her hands across mine.

And that was a date ending before 10pm on a Friday. But I feel good about the future, and I imagine not being reticent about more physical contact on the third date.