I get nervous the night before my date with “The Cellist”. I have class and a few meetings that day. So I give myself a facial and prepare my outfit.
I Facebook stalk him and find out he’s been in a serious relationship. With a very beautiful Colombian girl.
“Wallah, I can’t. Look at this girl” I tell Mr. Photography dude.
“Okay calm down. Yea she’s beautiful, but you’re beautiful too.”
“Ugh. Every time that these guy’s have ex’s I’m like whatever, I’m 10x better anyway. But this one oh my goddd” I say.
“Well. I like the confidence. No reason why you can’t have it with this one either. Ignore her” he says.
So the Cellist texts about how he can’t wait to see me. I tell him I don’t really know the area too well and don’t know where we should go. I suggest a few and then I change my mind. I wait for him to call me high maintenance. But no. He says he’ll pick me up and we can go on an adventure and pick a place together ❤
So the next day I dress up in my pumps, pencil skirt, and baby pink top. The meetings go by very slow. So does class.
But at last. It’s date time!
After the long commute home, I touch up my makeup. I look at my outfit and wonder if it’s too much for a first date. But I’m too lazy to change so I keep it on. A few minutes later, the Cellist has arrived. I take a deep breath.
I walk outside. And he comes over to me. “Hey” I say. “Hey, you look beautiful” he says and hugs me.
Okay a hug. Why am I already uncomfortable. I shrug it off. Us Arabs are very physical. I’m surprised he didn’t kiss my cheek.
“So where we going?” I ask.
“There’s this nice cafe nearby…”
So we walk on over there. We talk about what we’re studying in school. He tells me his dad has an MPH. I tell him it’s really great that he’s a musician, going beyond the Arab stereotype. He laughs. We’re really getting along. So it’s time to ask some serious questions.
“Are you Muslim?” I ask.
“No. Are you?”
Fuckkkkkkk. “Yes….” I say.
“How important is it to you? I mean if we’re just dating… I think it’s okay right?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know. It’s kinda important to me”.
“Well. We’ll just see how today goes?” he asks.
The cafe is so beautiful and pink. He treats me like a princess opening each door, pulling out my chair. And paying for our food. Oh my god I was so embarrassed when I pulled out my purse to pay. I forgot what happens on dates.
We sit. He stares deeply into my eyes. I look away.
“Are you an introvert or an extrovert?” he asks.
I sip my cappuccino. “I’m an extrovert when I wanna be. Why? Do I seem like an introvert?”
He leans in. “Right now you do. Why do you keep looking away?”
“Because. You’re staring at me” I say.
“Because you’re so beautiful” he says looking me up and down. “Very sexy”.
I swallow. I’m glad I kept my work clothes on.
“Shhh we’re in a cafe” I say trying not to laugh out loud.
He laughs. We talk about our families, our culture, and everything in between.
“My last boyfriend was a Palestinian Christian” I say.
His jaw drops. “No way” he says.
“Way. So I have experience” I say laughing.
We talk more about our dating history. He is no stranger to dating or intimacy.
“My relationship with the other girl ended a while ago. Since then I casually dated, and this summer I was too busy” he says.
Okay good. So I’m his first after a while.
“So this summer I had flings” he finishes.
I almost choke on my cappuccino. Oh my god.
He notices. “What you never had a fling?” he asks laughing.
I sigh. “No. Not really. Maybe. But not multiple”.
He laughs. “Impressive. Look I’m not a player. The last one was like in July”.
I sigh. “Yea but…I just don’t want this to be a fling” I say staring into his eyes.
“Well. You know the issue here” he says.
We stay silent for a while.
“So we’ll be friends. Come to my shows” he says laughing.
We stay silent again.
“But. You like me” I say.
And then he nods. “I’m so attracted to you”.
“I really want to kiss you” he says not taking his eyes off of me.
“Maybe we should wait it out. Go home. If we still have feelings for each other, we’ll go out again next week” I suggest.
He laughs. “That sounds good to me”.
As we leave, I tell him one more bit of information.
“So. I’m not a musician. But I am a performer. I’m a…belly dancer”.
I swallow. This is every Arab guy’s dream or nightmare.
His jaw drops. “Oh my god. Screw my private concert. You’re giving me one!” he says laughing.
I laugh. “Good. I’m glad you’re amused. My last Palestinian boyfriend was not happy about it” I say.
He laughs and walks me home. It is such a beautiful night. And I can tell we’re getting close.
“You can’t kiss me tonight” I say. Thinking back to my first date with “Heart”…
“Okay I won’t” he says laughing.
“We need to wait” I say.
“I promise I won’t make a move” he says laughing.
So we arrive at my place. And we hug. “Take care hun” he says.
Phew. I go home and take off my outfit.
I update Mr. Photography dude. “He was talking about my looks the entire time!” I say.
He laughs. “What do you expect a guy to do when a hot woman like you sits in front of them and it’s his first time getting to be with you? Get to know him. You guys will find other things to talk about as time goes on”.
“Yea I guess…”
So I go to sleep. Feeling strange. I have dreams about him.
And I wake up missing him.
Holy shit. This is why I don’t date. Because it messes with my brain!
I keep thinking about him all day and he texts as soon as I’m done with class. “Thinking about you”.
It makes me so happy. We decide we’ll see each other later that night.
Oh. my. gosh. What happened to our “1 week” rule.
(to be continued)