Toronto Dating Chronicles: a Distillery date debacle. To recap from last week , Lance is officially over. After our date at Crow's Theatre, I never heard from him again. Am I surprised? Not really. I was in need of a fun night, no bizarre dates. A couple of friends and I went out on King West where the first chronicle actually began. We hopped from place to place and ended up at country bar Paris Texas. Packed like sardines, we spent a good fifteen minutes just trying to get out of there!
In line for a different bar, I met "Chad. He was on his way out after his friends gave up on trying to get in. He messaged me later, asking if I got home okay, and then proceeded to ask me on a date. I saw Chad standing by the entrance of the Distillery Christmas Market on his phone.
I texted him to look up, and he smiled while pulling out a single rose. You reminded me of a red rose when I saw you that night. It was a sweet gesture, and I thanked him. There were crowds of people everywhere; you had to walk at a snail's pace.
Flattered, I smiled and switched the subject, asking where we should head first. Chad was serious. If things go well between us, you'll be coming to my mother's Christmas dinner every year. As we pushed our way through the crowds Chad yelled, "Ay people, move it! I'm on a date; if I don't feed her, she won't go out with me again! Chad continued to grin. We walked around, and the delicious scents of waffles and baked goods filled the air.
I loved the lights and how festive it felt. Everyone around us seemed to be on a date or with family. Chad noticed a red sleigh, and suggested we sit there for a bit. I wasn't opposed to resting my feet so agreed. Chad put his arm around me as we sat down and pulled out his camera. I covered my face, "I hate pictures! Chad protested.
