So, we decided that Ange would come to st.catharines
for the real date. First she showed up to pick me up from a friend's house because I was house/cat sitting. She looked different than her pictures and different from how I remembered her looking at bowling. (of course she did, I hardly looked at her that time). We decided that I would take her for a drive around to show her around where I live. We drove for hours. We talked the whole time. Around dinner time, we went to the local SwissChallet for dinner. We dined on our quarter chicken meals and talked some more. After the meal, Ange asked me if I would like dessert. I declined, as she had offered to pay, and I didn't want to run up the bill. She ordered chocolate mousse with two forks. The reason we laugh about that date now is because I ate most of her mousse. She tells the story as if I were a starving lion eating a fresh kill. Lol. It didn't seem that way to me at all. After dinner, we went back to the house I was cat sitting at and talked until I had to leave for work (I was working night shifts back then). We hugged goodbye. And set up another time to get together again. :)
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ha, that's cute! on our second date, J stole the pickle from my platter and started eating it, saying "You don't like pickles, right?" and I was like, "Uh, I love them...." We think that's pretty funny because she's known to sneak a taste off my plate even now!
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