It beats me how someone working in the hospitality industry for three years can be so awkward on one on one interactions. Really, I have disappointed myself. Besides emotionally blackmailing my boss to give me annual leaves, the other achievement of the week was that I went on a date.
We wanted to try something different. Since there’s not much to do in Karachi, he suggested we go to a Japanese restaurant.
It was a fantastic idea. Only I had never been to a Japanese restaurant. Like ever. I had never tasted Japanese cuisine. And I didn’t have a clue how to use chopsticks (I still don’t). I didn’t tell him any of that though. I didn’t want to sound like someone who never been to classy places on dates before because the only guys I had dated were cheap douche bags.
We decided to meet at 8:30. Then at 9:30. Then again at 8:30. By that time, I had taken off my dress and worn it again two times now.
I detest dressing up for dates. I pick up an outfit first, then fret over it, change into three different outfits and in the end, I go with the one I had chosen first. I didn’t know if he would like me to be a total girl and put on a girly dress. I didn’t know if I should try a chic hairstyle or let my hair down. I just relied on Google’s suggestions for “What To Wear On A First Date“. Sheesh, maybe I should get a girlfriend.
I tried on my pink lipstick from Caprice, only to realize that it wasn’t the exact shade that I had wanted it to be. WHAT THE FUCK. I tried and not let it get to me. He said I didn’t need lipstick anyway. Probably because he wanted to rub it off with his lips, but whatever.
So I reached the hotel, and the first thing he tells me is not how beautiful I look but that I have lipstick on my teeth. Thank you, Google, for leaving that one out. I was kind of grateful to him for pointing out though. He’s a bit too blunt. I like that.
We had nice seats with a great view of the city. The waiter came up to us and lit the candle on our table.
Oh my god. I really need to go to more classy restaurants.
He knew I didn’t have a clue what to order so he ordered for us. Tempura fish, tuna, something round like rice mashed together maybe, soup, and some beef thing.
Then came the moment of truth: Using Chopsticks.
I came clean. He didn’t seem to care, so I just used a fork and a knife.
The waiter came with the dishes one by one, pondering over where to place that dish. I thought it had something to do with the size of the table. But as my date pointed it out: “Do me a favour, and put your napkin on your lap.“
I swear I always do that when I’m out. I tell my younger brothers to do it too. I was so caught up in my inefficiency to use chopsticks that I forgot. Sooooooo embarrassing. Embarrassing than lipstick on teeth.
Oh my god. Why didn’t i do that? I think he knows by now that I don’t go out to classy restaurants at all.
We had a nice time talking. He was the one doing most of the talking. It was a good thing because I have always been the more talkative one in a relationship; it’s nice to be on the flip side for a change.
To be honest, the food was great. No wonder Carl used to order Japanese every time he came. The tempura fish was okay. The tuna was lovely, specially with the sauce type thing you soaked it into, never mind that the waiter had actually poured thousand island dressing all over it. The round things I didn’t try but the beef thing was too good. The soup was salty and the green tea wasn’t too strong. But all in all, i liked it. Way better than Thai food.
I liked it. I liked the bald waiter who wasn’t too attentive but he was making an effort. I liked that we were talking about random things, work and life in general, and it wasn’t too boring. I liked that he tries using Urdu words whenever he could. I liked that he liked my orange dress even thought it was too bright for a dinner.
It was awkward at some parts but fun. He probably did like me too because he is still talking to me. Maybe I’m slightly classy after all.
I have no clue where this is going or what it even is but I think I should go along with it because it’s awkward and fun and weird and confusing but good. Doimakeanysense?