18/11/2011

Entry Sixteen.
Night 2, A Not so Silver Lining

I talked and exchanged messages with the Silversmith for over two months. The conversation turned almost immediately to our mutual frustrations with dating, and the online variety in particular. At the same time, I was meeting other girls, including Gamer Girl, so I wasn't necessarily interested in seeing her right away. Her profile was mysterious and elusive and I found it intriguing more then anything. We talked about my job, her school, dating, life in general and our dreams and aspirations.

We eventually decided on seeing each other in real life after awhile of hemming and hawing. I wasn't sure what she'd be like in real life. I was really worried that I wouldn't be as interesting in real life. The nature of the medium can lend itself towards a cleaner, more polished discussion, and I wasn't sure if I could replicate my candor in real life.


We met up at Bily Kun. She was short, her hair cut in distinct bangs and she wore a large wool coat. There was no room inside so we went across the street to Plan B. She reminded me of The Separatist. She had a French-looking face, short and slender. She was from Montreal; her family went way back to the original settlers like so many people here, which might explain the resemblance - The Separatist was of the same pedigree. She was good looking and if I have a type, she was it.

I prefer it when several messages are exchanged online before hand. As long as you aren't misrepresenting yourself in other ways, intelligence and personality, as well as familiarity, can come through after a longer conversation. We had a couple drinks, but when she had enough we left. We lived in the same neighborhood so we walked back together. We said goodnight awkwardly, she initially went for a handshake but I turned it into a hug. We agreed we both had a good time and that we wanted to see each other again.

She told me to "Be Good".


We ended up making plans for Sunday brunch, which she subsequently cancelled, for whatever reason it was she gave me. Oh well.

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