Tomorrow evening is my second date with the Banker. He picked a restaurant which I couldn’t help but notice is conveniently located two blocks from his apartment.
Here’s the problem with going home with a guy on the first date: you have to stay the same or escalate on the second date. So going to his apartment seems inevitable, even though he SHOULD have to work for it a little bit more.
Maybe we can go to the Opera after dinner…personally, I love opera, but if this Banker, clearly not a big patron of the arts, is willing to sit through Rigoletto for me, then he deserves my sex. Or at least to make out on the couch.
Yeah, that sounds good, right? Making out on the couch…maybe a little nostalgically trendy?
Ok, that’s the plan, and I’m sticking to it.
-Eve
