I remember my first week in California. “The state of dreams”
Excited, followed by more excitement I WAS IN CaLiFoRnia baby!
It had been 3 months since my last date and I could hardly wait to start dating again.
If swiping left and right failed me in the Midwest, would it be any different on the West Coast? A new city with new faces, I remained optimistic in my search for love.
With 5 days nearly under my belt, I moved in to my new home, started my new job and had 2 dates lined up for the weekend!
Ryan was the first face I met in San Francisco. Tall, dark and handsome, he was originally from Ohio and had lived in the bay area for 7 years. I liked the idea of meeting another Midwesterner with similar tastes and background. There was a sense of familiarity in an unfamiliar city.
Our first date was at a fancy steakhouse in walking distance from my office. Google maps were printed and in hand when we met on a Friday night at a small, very dim yet elegant steakhouse. Little scents of cedar wood and the noise from crackling fireplaces embraced our surrounding. In the background you could hear the bottle shaker from the bar and sensational smells escaping the kitchen nearby. We both smiled, as I giggled nervously and he held my gaze as we started chatting over the menu. The waitress interrupted our chatter at least 3 times before we finally agreed on no talking until we had decided on what we were ordering.
Laughing and smiling hours later with our bellies full of steak, seafood and creamy mac and cheese we left the dim steakhouse and wandered a few blocks to a bar. The bar was this tiny old rustic place with too many knick knacks and not enough chairs. Ryan informed me that the bar had been used to film some scenes for Reese Witherspoon’s movie Just Like Heaven.
A few beers later, I realized it was already after midnight! Normally, this would not be an issue except in the big city, the subway stops running at 12 o’clock. I felt like Cinderella, having lost my slipper in the city of San Francisco. Ryan assured me it was fine, he had rented a car and would drive me the 45 minutes to my new home in the suburbs. When we got in the car, I had only one request.
“Can we drive over the Golden Gate Bridge?”
Ryan replied, “of course we can.”