Mixed Signals
A regular customer of mine who knew I had a new bike asked if I wanted to go on a cruise with him later on in that week. Happy to have someone to ride with, I accepted.
Friday comes and we meet up at my work (Starbucks) grab a few bottles of water and then we’re off. Halfway through the cruise we stop and grab a coffee at another Starbucks and chat for a minute. We continue the cruise and wind up at this beautiful part of the local beach I didn’t even know existed.
Things began to feel a tad bit off at that point, but I didn’t think much about it. We parked the bikes and chill out on a log overlooking the water; there was no one else in sight, which was rather odd timing.
He’s sitting on my left. There’s a long moment of silence. I look over to my right, gazing at the scenery, and I feel a hand on my leg. When I look back to my left he plants a wet one right on my lips.
I stand up and scream out of shock. For some reason, he thought I was gay. (note to self: stop being too nice to customers).
Embarrassed, he jumps on his bike and speeds away. It took us an hour to get there, but since I didn’t even know what part of the beach I was at, it took 3 hours for me to get back to my car.
So I guess what I’m saying is that, the worst thing that happened to me on a first date is not knowing that I was on a first date.