Awkward Facebook Date

I was waiting in a small coffee shop, fingers nervously tapping on the table. What if I don't recognize her? After all, I had only seen one picture of her and it was all blurry.

A bell rings to signal that the door has opened, I turn my head to see if it's her. Nope, not her. Man, it's already been ten minutes since we were supposed to meet, maybe I'm getting stood up. Wow, that would suck. I don't think I've ever been stood up on a date before. Though to be fair, I haven't gone on that many dates either.

The whole situation kind of came right out of the blue. One day I was simply checking my Facebook account, seeing what lame ass stuff my friends where up to, when I noticed a message from a girl never recognized.

It read:

"Hi there, sorry I don't normally do this but wanted to say that I thought you were interesting and see if we might want to get to know each other."

My first instinct was that it was fake. However, after checking her profile over for a bit, it seemed pretty legit.

She was quite direct for a female so it kind of threw me off my game. However, I had heard from some friends who have gone out on dates from FaceBook so I suppose it isn't all that strange. I figured, what the hell, lets give it a go. So off I went, typing away, backspacing, typing, backspacing... arrrghhhh, what the heck do you say in these cases.

Finally, I managed to muster up what I thought was a solid response:

"Hey cool, you're pretty cute yourself, lets chat."

Ahhh, the sheer brilliance of Facebook dating. If that response didn't win her over I don't know what would.

Luckily my terse attempts at flirting didn't go down in flames as do many of my online dating interactions. Instead after only several email exchanges, I went for the throat, "Lets just meet up," I said, "...tomorrow after work, 6pm at the coffee shop."

And it was as simple as that. Now here I am, sitting at the table, all juiced up with nervous caffeinated butterflies.

The door open again, the bell rings, holy shit... it's her! I give her a wave, motioning her over to the table.

We go up and get a round of coffee and sit back down. The horses are out of the gate and now the race to whoever can ask the most trivial questions about each other is off.

20 minutes later...

Oh my god, somebody please rip my ears off, PLEASE! What is this, 200 questions??? The conversation is going terribly, actually it's more like a one way interview with her asking all the questions. Can you believe that she actually asked about my medical history??? WTF!

Needless to say, I made an excuse to get the hell out of there, claiming that I had to meetup with my friends soon.

Thank god that's over with. Now I'm all for Facebook and other online dating, but I guess it's like that Forest Gump quote, "...like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get."