Let’s say you’re out on a Friday, leaning against the jukebox trying to decide between the ironic pop selection and cutting edge indie jam, when a guy approaches you — or really, just throws a wadded bar napkin at you (true and extremely romantic story). He says, “Hey,” and you say…what, exactly?
Yes, I did pick this Taylor Swift song, but that’s not the only music I listen to. I’m holding the cheapest possible beer, but sometimes I drink the nice stuff. I have brown hair, I’m 25 and I’m from Texas but that’s not all I am. There’s complex stuff going on over here, I promise.
A few weeks ago, I was actually leaning against a jukebox when a guy came up to say hi. He was wearing a circle scarf, but hadn’t looped it around twice so it was just hanging there. I wanted to tell him, “You know, I don’t think you’re wearing that right,” but what do I know? He could be a fashion pioneer. It wasn’t nice of me, but it made me immediately dubious. That, and it was almost closing time, so I figured he was just drunk enough to try and find someone to take home. (I had also started the evening with homemade tequila smoothies made with a friend’s new Magic Bullet blender (try this one at home, folks!), so I was not exactly sure-footed myself.)
He left thinking I was horribly mean and I left not knowing what to think — which is typical. For now, we’ll just file this one away in the folder labeled “Bad First Impressions.”
Nikki Metzgar is a writer from Texas. She thinks the best first dates don’t include sit down dinners, but can’t help but be impressed by flowers. @nikkimetz