She ordered a drink, we ordered something to eat, we talked about life, she asked me about myself, I told her everything I had lived through, what I did to have what I have now, and it seems she liked my story. I was on time, I didn't bore her.
I also asked her about her life, she told me everything I wanted to know, and I liked it a lot. From what I saw, as a family person she's not bad, she's a good daughter, she helps her family, especially her sister. That's something different from being a partner. As a daughter or sister, I found her admirable.
I want to make a quick side note, she had just ended a relationship only two months earlier, so, as you can imagine, it wasn't easy to get to her heart. She was emotionally stirred.
Also, she's a lesbian. She liked women, but also men when she felt like it. That was her orientation.
After everything, we spent around three hours at the restobar. Live music, we danced a little, we talked a lot.
And the curious part, when we left, she grabbed my arm like we were a couple, firm like that. It felt nice. After so long, it made me happy.
Then she held my hand. We sat outside for a while. She told me she was still hungry. She ate a lot, but didn't gain weight. She wasn't obese or anything, she just had a fast metabolism.
I got her a burger. I didn't eat, I was still a bit nervous. We called a taxi. We sat in the back. She was a little dizzy, breathing deeply. I was kind of drunk too, but not much.
And here comes the strange thing. About three or four blocks from her house, I knew she lived nearby because she had already told me, our hands touched. We were sitting in the back seat of the taxi. Her right hand and my left hand bumped into each other, like by accident, and we held hands, like in a movie. I looked into her eyes, she looked at my lips.
I didn't do anything at first. I didn't want to ruin it. It was just a few seconds. I was thinking, "Should I kiss her or not?" But she looked at my lips, so I leaned in and kissed her.
And here's the funny part, a second later, she felt like throwing up.
I got embarrassed. I asked her if I'd done something wrong. She told me no, that it was the alcohol, that it wasn't because of me, that she had just drunk too much.
I calmed down a bit, but I was still embarrassed. We arrived, she got out of the taxi. She said she'd like to go out again the following week. I said of course.
I got home, and she messaged me. She said she liked the kiss. I told her I did too.
And well, that was our first outing to the restobar. I hope you liked this part, this bit of romance from my life, what it's like going on a date when you meet a girl through social media and then see her in person. Now I'll tell you everything else, which is a lot.