Daniel and I have been texting each other since meeting our chance encounter on the subway on Monday. On Thursday evening he asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink in our neighborhood. I was exhausted after having been on set all day, but I agreed. I’ve been working so much lately, that if I don’t make that extra effort to have a social life, I definitely wouldn’t have one.
We met at a wine bar, and technically, this was the first time that we were really meeting each other. There were no words spoken between us on the subway that morning, and our only means of communication has been text message. He was just as cute as I remembered him being. We had a lovely time. Spoke mostly about work stuff, which is a conversation that I am quickly becoming tired of these days. Towards the end of the evening, we started to talk more about ourselves, our backgrounds, our families. The type of conversation more typical to dates. We closed down the wine bar and took a walk through the neighborhood. It was lovely. We parted ways with a hug and a plan to meet up again soon.
It’s not love, but it was nice.
