Welp, things didn’t quite work out with my last date (see https://unicorninbrooklyn.com/2014/06/10/and-then-there-was-that-time-that-i-didnt-know-wtf-happened/) and I still don’t know why.
“Ah well, onto the next” is what I told myself having no idea that ” the next” would be so soon. Not even a week after a my last date, I found myself on another date – with a new prospect.
This new prospect shall be known as “Thai”. We solidified plans to meet yesterday evening at one of his favorite thai restaurants in the Village, Greenwich Village at 6:30 pm. As usual, I was running late so I shot him a text letting him know that I’d reach the restaurant at around 7:00. As soon as I exited the train and made my way above ground I called him – no response. I did however leave a voicemail as I felt it was the courteous thing to do. I walked over the the restaurant, and shot him a text – no response. I waited for approximately 10 minutes in front of a neighboring business hoping that I’d receive a phone call or text, but that never happened.
“Oh shit, I’ve just been stood up! For the first time in my life I have been stood up”, I thought to myself. I was shocked, confused and angry.
I called two girlfriends to vent, but neither of them responded so I went into a nearby store to peruse and work off some of my anger. Really? Was I just stood up? I didn’t want to believe it, I wanted to give Thai the benefit of the doubt – after all his behavior thus far had proven to be trustworthy. Maybe something happened. Maybe he was abducted by aliens. Maybe he was attacked by a deranged homeless man with a snaggletooth and a hammer. Maybe he was stuck on the train because of a sick passenger. Who knew, but I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.
I purchased a few knick knacks for my place and told myself that if I didn’t hear from him by the time I checked out that I’d send a text message. No word from him, so I sent my message.
It wasn’t mean-spirited or bitter as there was no need. It was a simple straight-to-the-point “I’m not sure what happened, but I’m out, later”. I then decided that since I made my way down to the Village for thai that I was going to eat thai. I walked in with intentions to order a meal to go, but decided to dine in because I was in no rush to go home.
As I sat down, ordered a drink (a mango mojito) and placed my appetizer & dinner order. I then noticed that my phone was ringing, one of my girlfriends was returning my phone call. She received the wrath that I wasn’t able to give to him. “Would you believe this dude stood me up? He didn’t even send me a text message or call me back, I am fuming!” I continued to vent and sip on my cocktail. As I was venting I received a phone call. I looked at my cell to see who it was before clicking over – it was Thai. I clicked over and played it cool.
“Hey what’s up?” He greeted me and immediately apologized for missing my phone call and not responding to my two text messages. He then went on to inform me that he was still “here”. When I heard “here” I realized that he was still in the restaurant. I immediately looked around the establishment and saw him seated three tables away from me.
“Thai, you’re still here? I am as well – I’m looking right at you from the corner table.” He turned my way and I greeted him with a smile. Too funny. I wasn’t stood up after all.
I clicked back over to my girlfriend and let her know that I would call her back.
Thai wound up making his way over to my table with his glass of white wine and and we embraced in a hug and shared a chuckle. As we sat down my appetizer came out (steamed veggie dumplings with a complimentary sesame soy sauce) and we proceeded to discuss the misunderstanding that just took place.
Apparently he thought that I stood him up as well when I didn’t show up to the restaurant at the agreed time so he did what I was about to do (had I not received a phone call from him), he dined alone.
One misunderstanding, a delicious thai meal (I had the basil dish with shrimp), one mango mojito and three glasses of white wine later (he had two more and I had one) we decided it take our date to the streets.
After a little walking and talking we wound up at a Moroccan eatery & hookah lounge smoking mango & jasmine hookah on the sidewalk. The flow of conversation was organic and effortless; I felt like I’d known Thai for years – our conversation felt I was an old friend catching up on life. Hookah, cool convo, and good company proved to be the perfect recipe for a redemption date.
The hours flew by – good dates have a way of doing that. I looked at my phone and didn’t share the time until Thai asked. He was just as shocked as I was, 12:45am. Sigh, I didn’t want the evening to end, but it had to – it was a weekday and work beckoned in the morning (at least for him it did).
We exited the lounge and slowly strolled up the block with the intention of hailing a taxi. A taxi pulled over in about two minutes and it was time to bid him adieu. Thai and I embraced in a hug, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. We made tentative plans to meet again soon and I made my way into the back seat of the cab.
Destination Brooklyn. I looked out of the window as the car pulled off and noticed that Thai waving goodnight.
To think, last night almost didn’t happen. Its a good thing I had a hankering for Thai (pun intended). I smiled and waved my hand as well. Indeed it was a goodnight.
Until next time friends!