The show? Got cancelled. Why? Issues with the city that are not relevant to this blog at all. What is relevant however is that when I text-messaged Amy (yes, such is her name) about this, and she called my back right away, telling me that she was just on her way out of work, and about to just throw on some clothes and be on her way to our show.

Awwe. :)

She then (shyly?) asked me if I had anything else planned now for the rest of that evening, and in a spur of sudden braveness I said that no, in fact I hadn't. She suggested coffee, I agreed.

You see, since we are currently "officially homeless" for a few days due to our termite problem in the house and the correlating fumigation action going on there as I type, we are currently staying at The Ex's house, which just happens to be only 10 minutes away from where she lives.

(Can you imagine the weirdness of having my fiance and my ex stay together at the same house, getting along, while I go out on a date with a girl? Savor the thought, you'll hardly encounter something more whack.)

So I dropped off The Fiance, and off I went. Still all decked out for stage. Nervous. Not really sure what the hell I was doing. Or why. We met at the parking lot of a Ralph's at an intersection just a block down of where she lives. A parking lot. Uh-huh. But the way I saw it there really wasn't much of an alternative: she just moved there and didn't know the area well, and I don't live there, so I have even less of a clue. Just play it by ear, was my ingenious plan.

So I get there, out of my car, and wait. I knew what sort of car she was driving, so I looked out for that. So finally there comes a car that could have been the model she was driving, but I didn't wear my glasses and it was dark, so I couldn't tell. I look in, and my heart sunk. The ugliest woman I have seen for a while sits in there... way too old too... steering in my direction. OH NO! I know people sometimes put photos of other people up on their profiles... how could I have falled prey to such a person? I was just about ready to jump back into the car (maybe she didn't see me?), when suddenly right behind her another car pulls up, with a pretty girl inside of it, grinning at me from behind the wheel.

Phew.

Okay... so yes, it was awkward. A parking lot is NOT a good meeting point for a first coffee date, especially not at 11 at night, when almost nothing in this city is open anymore. So we stood around for a while, thinking abot what to do, until I suggested for her to just drop off her car where she lives, and to drive around in mine looking for a place that would still serve us coffee.

Now, let me tell you. She is very pretty. Not drop-dead gorgeous, not even beautiful, but very cute and pretty. Beautiful smile. She is not as tall as me, but not too short either, even though that was a bit hard to judge, considering I was still stomping around in my stage boots that make me about 6"1' or 2'. She was wearing her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, no make up, a tank top, jeans and flip-flops. A nice necklace. And her black toenail-polish was chipping off around the edges. I found this rather endearing, because that same afternoon I found myself worrying about my own toenail polish, which is currently engaging in some heavy chipping as well... and I thought about what a shitty impression I would leave, would I be wearing sandals.

Anyway... in total contrast to her I was wearing these darned boots, black pants, a back/red corset type thing, and my fake-leather matrix coat, with half a pound of paint in my face, and my geled (is that a word?) hair sticking off of my head in all sorts of directions. I felt a bit silly.

When we settled down outside this Cyber Cafe that featured a bunch of pimply geeks with greasy hair engaging in a LAN party of sorts, each with a coffee in our hands, I giggled nervously and told her that I usually don't dress up like that.

Overall I think I did a lot of nervous giggling, and I told her that I felt a bit awkward, but she just laughed. We had a nice conversation considering we just met for the first time, and despite my nervousness and awkward feelings about being on a "date" with a girl, I had a really nice time. She seemed to be reasonably entertained as well... and when I dropped her off at her place about an hour later (- hey, it was a weekday), she grinned and said: "So... I will talk with you tomorrow... or on Saturday!" and left with a smile.

Well. She said she was definitely going to come to our show tonight. I had a very stressful day yesterday, so all I could do was shoot her a text message late at night... and now it's in the middle of the afternoon on Saturday, and I haven't heard from her yet.

Maybe she wasn't so entertained afterall?

I guess time will tell... I definietly would like to see her again... but such is the world of "dating"... you never know what impression you left with the other person, no matter what they might tell you, until you find out whether they call you back or not. I have told guys I had no intention of ever seeing again "let's definitely stay in touch" before, so I know. Or maybe she's waiting for me to call her, and is having similar thoughts? I mean... with girl-boy dates it is traditionally the guy who calls back... but how is such a thing handled in girl-girl dates? Or am I just worrying too much?

I guess I should just carry on as usual, and see what happens. I am proud of myself though for not chickening out. I thought she was a really nice girl on first contact.