I had been so busy and stressed from the preceding weeks that it was nice to have a carefree evening of celebrating for my 23rd birthday.
About eight of my friends got together for dinner (including Allison, who flew in from Portland for the week) at a cute restaurant I’d wanted to go to since I moved to Austin. Afterward, we went to Amy’s Ice Cream – one of my favorite places in this city. It’s a local version of Coldstone. The employees are kooky and like to perform tricks with the ice cream to entertain the customers. It’s a fun place, and the ice cream is to die for.
Well, most of my friends were stuffed from dinner…and I have to admit, I was too. But, there was no way I was walking by Amy’s without getting some ice cream. You see, my friend Aimee and I had a bet going since the start of the year that I couldn’t make it to my birthday without eating sweets. Anyone who knows me understands the severity of this bet. Kate without sweets is like cereal without milk. Not a winning combination.
To avoid making this incredibly long, let’s just say that Aimee and I were the only two out of our group waiting to get ice cream. So while I was waiting in line, I was semi-entertaining the rest of the group as I had had a pretty strong margarita at dinner and was feeling on top of the world as THE birthday girl.
As luck would have it, a tall guy stood behind me in line and started chuckling under his breath at the comments I was making. I struck up a bit of a conversation with him (yeah, I know, so unlike me, huh?), and by the time we made it up to the cash register, he had slipped in front of me and told the employee he was buying for the birthday girl as well.
If I stopped right there, the story by itself would be cute, right? Well, I introduced myself and introduced him to my friends and we all kind of awkwardly sat there. He got up to leave, I said goodbye and as soon as he was out the door my friends yelled, “Kate, what the heck? Why didn’t you give him your number?” To which I replied, “Because he didn’t ask for it!”
After a few moments of my friends nudging me to “go after him,” I said, “You know what, I think I will go after him,” and so I did. I ran into the parking lot and encouraged him to come out with the group. After declining and telling me he had a busy day, he asked for my number and told me he’d give me a call. I didn’t really expect him to, but he did the very next day.
Our first date was equally as adorable as our meeting. I couldn’t have written it any better if it were a script. Picture two people hopping on their bikes at their separate apartments and meeting at a restaurant directly in the middle of the starting locations. After dining outdoors on a delicious dinner, the duo hopped on their bikes and went for coffee and some more chatting. The evening ended with him throwing my bike in his truck and driving me home. It was charming.
About eight of my friends got together for dinner (including Allison, who flew in from Portland for the week) at a cute restaurant I’d wanted to go to since I moved to Austin. Afterward, we went to Amy’s Ice Cream – one of my favorite places in this city. It’s a local version of Coldstone. The employees are kooky and like to perform tricks with the ice cream to entertain the customers. It’s a fun place, and the ice cream is to die for.
Well, most of my friends were stuffed from dinner…and I have to admit, I was too. But, there was no way I was walking by Amy’s without getting some ice cream. You see, my friend Aimee and I had a bet going since the start of the year that I couldn’t make it to my birthday without eating sweets. Anyone who knows me understands the severity of this bet. Kate without sweets is like cereal without milk. Not a winning combination.
To avoid making this incredibly long, let’s just say that Aimee and I were the only two out of our group waiting to get ice cream. So while I was waiting in line, I was semi-entertaining the rest of the group as I had had a pretty strong margarita at dinner and was feeling on top of the world as THE birthday girl.
As luck would have it, a tall guy stood behind me in line and started chuckling under his breath at the comments I was making. I struck up a bit of a conversation with him (yeah, I know, so unlike me, huh?), and by the time we made it up to the cash register, he had slipped in front of me and told the employee he was buying for the birthday girl as well.
If I stopped right there, the story by itself would be cute, right? Well, I introduced myself and introduced him to my friends and we all kind of awkwardly sat there. He got up to leave, I said goodbye and as soon as he was out the door my friends yelled, “Kate, what the heck? Why didn’t you give him your number?” To which I replied, “Because he didn’t ask for it!”
After a few moments of my friends nudging me to “go after him,” I said, “You know what, I think I will go after him,” and so I did. I ran into the parking lot and encouraged him to come out with the group. After declining and telling me he had a busy day, he asked for my number and told me he’d give me a call. I didn’t really expect him to, but he did the very next day.
Our first date was equally as adorable as our meeting. I couldn’t have written it any better if it were a script. Picture two people hopping on their bikes at their separate apartments and meeting at a restaurant directly in the middle of the starting locations. After dining outdoors on a delicious dinner, the duo hopped on their bikes and went for coffee and some more chatting. The evening ended with him throwing my bike in his truck and driving me home. It was charming.
