May 13, 2006

• Tonight I had a date with Christopher. Or is it Chris? I think its
  Christopher, but his voicemail says Chris, so maybe I should just call
  him Tom. I dunno. Anywho, the plan was to meet at the Ferris Wheel at
  Navy Pier. Really, if you are going to meet up with somebody in the
  city, the Ferris Wheel (is that supposed to be capitalized?) is as good
  of place as any, as you can't miss it. Anywho, I left work at 6,
  estimating that traffic into the city on a Friday night might be bad,
  but it really wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I have a
  fear of I290, which had some traffic, but not as bad as it has been
  other times I have been on there. In fact, I made it there in a little
  more then an hour and quickly found an over priced place to park ($20
  for 3 fucking hours? Shit man!!!). It was a valet place, which I never
  really like doing, I'm always worried they might either steal something
  or go totally Ferris Bueller on my car, which really isn't likely since
  its only a damn Cavalier.

  I headed toward the Ferris Wheel, which, of course, was very easy to
  find. Navy Pier was not as busy as I thought it would be for a Friday
  night, of course, I think that had something to do with the 35 degree
  temp........fuck man, its the middle of May, can we get a little love
  from the Sun Gods? I mean, honestly!!! Anywho, I walked around the
  Ferris Wheel but he was not there. I knew I was early, so I walked
  around inside for a few minutes, checking out the restaurants. I called
  his phone and left a message on his voice mail, stating I would be back
  out by the Wheel in about 5 minutes. I waited out there again for a
  little while walking around but not seeing him. At this point, I
  started to get a little worried that he wasn't going to show. Maybe he
  canceled because of the crappy weather, and being that I don't have a
  cell phone and don't have access to my email at work, I would not be
  able to get a message. I went back and called him again and he said
  that he was at the wheel. I walked around and at first didn't see him,
  but being a massive sized wheel, I knew he could be anywhere. Finally,
  I saw a tall younger guy by himself with an umbrella. From a distance,
  he looked like his picture...........cute. When I got up close, I was
  able to confirm it was him and nearly fell over. He was fucking
  hideous!!! Just kidding, he was very cute and seemed to have an
  innocence about him. I could tell he was a little nervous, as he really
  didn't look me in the eye at first. We talked in front of the wheel for
  a few minutes, both agreeing that because of the heights involved, we
  would not like to ride it. We then went inside and searched for a place
  to eat.

  We settled on an Italian place in the front of the building. We walked
  up and a host dude told us to order from the cashier and then grab a
  table. Damn, I thought it was a sit down place. I had the chicken
  parmesan, he had spaghetti. Honestly, with the exception of the kick
  ass breadsticks (they were so soft!!!) the food was rather mediocre and
  even borderline sucky. During dinner, we had your typical awkward first
  date moments. I hate those moments. I mean, what do you say? I always
  try to make conversation, but I'm the type of person to ask a lot of
  questions, so its sometimes tough to keep the conversation going
  without it turning into an interview. We finished eating and started to
  walk around the inside of the LOOOOOOONNNNG Navy Pier building. We did
  some browsing in some stores, one of the places was sort of a Chicago
  type store which sold all sorts of old things. Very cool, he even
  bought some sort of plate that had some sort of goofy saying on it. It
  was cool.

  After that store, we came across the fun maze/house of mirrors. It
  looked cool and both of us wanted to do it. So, we plucked down the $10
  and went inside. We were the only people in this entire house until we
  got to the end when we saw 2 girls. First, you go into an elevator
  which "takes you to the 150th floor". The best part of this maze is
  that its a Chicago maze, so it has replicas of all of Chicago's famous
  buildings, including my fav, Wrigley Field. Anywho, part of the house
  had a really cool maze of nothing but mirrors. I guess the best way to
  describe this thing is that it was sorta like a haunted house, complete
  with a spiny vortex thingy (you know what I'm talking about) and also
  some props that would be in a haunted house. Being a big haunted house
  guy, I really thought this house was cool, but he didn't seem to like
  it so much, although he did seem to have a good time with it. The only
  problem was that it was far too short for a $10 fee.

  After that we continued walking and talking until we got to the end of
  the building. There was a private party going on and I walked up to the
  coat check people and asked them what was going on. They said it was a
  private party and I asked them if we were on the guest list. They said
  no. Damn. I told them that Chris/Christopher had wanted to get in. The
  funny part was that he was sorta timid, when we came across the coat
  check, he said "looks like this is the end of the line" and I said
  "yeah, but I'm still going to ask them if we can go back there." I
  walked up while Chris stood back, almost embarrassed to go on, which is
  why I had to tell them that this was his idea!

  We then decided to go outside and talk while staring at the beautiful
  city. Although it was sorta chilly with a slight breeze, it wasn't as
  bad as you would have thought.........and it still wasn't as bad as
  that Cubs game I went to early last month. We stood out there talking
  for a while before we headed our separate ways. Honestly, I had a
  really good time, I have to say, it was one of the better and more
  unique first dates I have been on. Its tough to get a good read on if
  he liked me and I committed the cardinal sin of asking him if he wanted
  to go out again sometime, which really seemed to throw him for a curve.
  I told him to sleep on it.

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