I'm so smart, I'm stupid...

So, I had the "practice" date last night. Or so I thought.

I was smooth. I put together a really great dinner, and had it just about done when she arrived. All I had to do was stir fry the veggies, and that gave me the opportunity to "discover" the sauce, and look like a real chef. I set the table, had jazz playing. I was the shit.

All for practice, right? I remember thinking as it was being set up, Boy, this is good, I got to remember all of this.

Then she arrived. Now, I normally see her at work where we all wear the same uniform. So, it was a bit shocking to see her arrive and be all "made up". She looked good!

I first noticed her jeans, and how long and lean she looked. Then as we were heading up the stairs, I noticed her ass, and Damn! She had on a pretty top, and cleavage which I don't see at work. I was finding myself looking at her, and thinking, Wow, she is really pretty.

Then she loved the meal. Couldn't stop telling me how great it was. I don't really come off in public as the domestic type, so I had an easy time impressing, and it was really good. I thought through dinner, Man, this is going great. I was charming, and witty, and cool. She was talking about the guy she is dating and saying maybe they aren't right, and she was thinking of breaking it off. The whole time, I was like, What is going on here?

We then went to see a band play, and my friends were in the band, so all the members were like, Hey, Tony! Which just makes me look cool. I don't think I have ever had a date that was this good when I was actually dating. We got up and danced, and were laughing. I started to forget it was not for real.

Then, afterwards we met another band at the bar. We had seen them play and they were from Chicago, so I struck up conversation. Later, when we went to sit alone, she said the Elvis looking one was cute. I agreed and, jokingly encouraged her to take him home and do him. I say jokingly, because part of me wanted her to do me, and I was playing it like a joke in the conversation cuz, technically, she is dating someone else.

Soon, as I was talking to a friend, she went to the bar, and got some water. The Elvis type was there and she struck up another conversation. And kept talking. My friend left, and I sat at the table alone, and thinking, shit, I was just left on a date by a girl who doesn't relize I think it is a date now, for a rock-n-roller!

My false high had brought me to a deep low crash.

Later, I drove her home and thought well last time I do that.