Read Part 1 first!
When I left off last time, I had just met Zach at a sleazy college bar and agreed to go on my first “first date” in a loooong time. When Friday night rolled around, I was nervous. I spent a lot of the time on the phone with my BFF worrying about how awkward and weird this might be. (I am super awkward…like the female version of Michael Cera.) I mean, I only talked to the guy once, and we had both had a few drinks! Was this what the dating game was supposed to be like? I felt so out of things after my long, steady college relationship. But I kept remembering how cute Zach was and I just had this feeling about him; I knew I couldn’t chicken out. My bestie just told me to relax and have fun (“It’s not like you’re looking for anything serious!”) and to text her from the bathroom if I needed her to come up with a sudden “emergency” to get me out of there. What a good friend.
I shouldn’t have been so worried though, because everything went great! I drove down to Zach’s house and met his roommates, then we took a taxi to the Short North (the coolest neighborhood in Columbus) and went to The Burgundy Room, a classy wine and tapas bar (Zach’s idea). Neither of us knew anything about wine, but Zach was working at the time as a valet parker in the Short North and after working outside The Burgundy Room many times, he’d rightfully pegged it as a great place to take a woman! Despite our ignorance, we managed to take down a bottle of red (I honestly don’t remember what kind…I knew nothing about wine at that time) and some creme brulee, while talking and getting to know each other. The sparks were definitely flying, even though I had told Zach early in the evening about my impending departure for Tanzania. Zach even spent what I would later learn was his last $50 to cover our bill. Things were going way too well for the night to end there though, so we moved on to another fratty bar (there’s an overwhelming amount of them in Columbus so they’re hard to avoid) to meet up with the same friends Zach was with when we met. Luckily, he let me pay at this place, winning him major points. (I’m pretty modern and I HATE when guys don’t let me pay my share, which my ex-boyfriend never did.) We hung out with his friends, again yelling above the thumping bass, but still having a great time.
Eventually the night had to end and I was in a blur of happiness. I had survived my “rebound” date; in fact, it was awesome! Now I just had to worry about whether or not I was ever going to see this guy again…