Sunday, 17 January 2016.
Jani is good-looking in his pictures. Older, over fifty for sure. Good posture, well dressed.
His facial expression isn’t dead, but doesn’t reveal much either.
Anna and Jani have been chatting a little and he seems respectful and intelligent – qualities she admires in a man. The chat flows for a couple of days and doesn’t get dull, so when he invites her to a morning coffee date, she gladly accepts.
Finland is such a small country that when she googles his first name along with some personal info he’s hinted at, she easily spots him on Google pictures and finds out he is a high-rank military officer.
After meeting her, he’s going to be catching a ferry to Tallinn at the West Harbor near her home. So, she suggests the Little Big Café inside Verkkokauppa, just across the harbor – practical for both of them.
She takes a long shower, feeling just a teeny bit nervous.
It’s my first date ever, after all!
She met her ex when she was just 17, remember? They had no money for dates. Besides, they were teenagers, hanging out with friends and lots of relatives in South America (which is great, btw).
By the time they started going to restaurants and trips, just the two of them, they were already engaged to be married, and knew each other really well.
So dates with strangers like in the American movies?
Yes, my very first. Yay! 🦋🦋
She blows-dry her blondish highlights nicely in front of the mirror. Anna’s going for loose with natural waves.
Her makeup is subtle and she’s wearing deep-red slim jeans and a long-sleeved basic matte black blouse. The finishing touches are her best black woolen overcoat, a nice scarf, new gloves and leather boots.
Casual, but cute. 🙂
She’s asked her friend Tom for any dating tips he could muster from the top of his head, and he said never to wear perfume on the first date. Or then very, very little. If the person doesn’t like the smell, you’re done.
That makes sense. So, no perfume.
She sees him immediately after going up the escalator. He’s very tall, elegantly dressed and his overcoat looks expensive.
He greets her with a firm handshake, keeping his back really straight at all times.
She smiles, he grins.
They are standing in line and small talking when he turns and asks, “So, coffee or tea?”
“Coffee please,” she answers with a friendly smile.
She hears him ordering a coffee for her and a tea for himself, and quickly changes her mind.
If we end up kissing, the coffee taste in just one mouth won’t be so great. 😏
“No, no, wait. I’ll have tea, too.” ☺️
He turns to her, visibly impatient, and asks again, seemingly irritated this time, “Which is it? Coffee or tea?”
To be honest, she can’t even remember what she answered. She’s just thinking how very military of him!
Well, at least he’s a gentleman in insisting on paying for their drinks. Ha-ha.
They sit down to have their tea (I guess?), and his well-mannered questions are an interrogation, not a date.
I’m feeling like I’m being scrutinized, but I’ll humor him.
Amused, she’s trying to imagine what a military relationship feels like. It occurs to her that at 50+, he looks much older than in his pictures.
Not any less handsome. 👍
After a few minutes he says he needs to leave and she offers to escort him to the harbor, in her normal social style.
“That won’t be necessary. Nice to meet you. Bye.” A final handshake and he marches away: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4.
1 – 2 – 3 – 4. Yes, sir!
That went, uh…?
That night they send each other their final messages. She politely asks him about his cruise and thanks him for the coffee – no, tea!!
He is polite, too, but says he didn’t feel any chemistry.
They wish each other well and unmatch.
Had I only been decisive about what I wanted to drink, I sulk.
Yeah, right. 😂
Next time, I’ve got to be better prepared: always know your coffee from your tea, Anna!
© 2017 rf
Obs. Day 28 since moving out. What now?