Date wrap-up
In a word: *facepalm*


First of all, my place wasn't as clean as i thought it was...once she got here, i kept noticing things out of place, dirt here and there, etc...

Anyway, she came over as i was finishing up the prep for the meal: The chicken was just about to go in the pan to brown. Opened the door for her, give her the nickel tour, and get everything going for the main meal. We're talking this whole time, this, that, and the other thing. She reaches into her bag and produces two bottles of Framboise Lambic. She has a bit of trouble getting the cork out of the first one, so she asks me to help...and i do. All over my shirt. Fortunately, it's not a shirt i'm too attached to, and was planning to change out of anyway once i was done splashing around in the kitchen.

Well, we talked some more while the food finished cooking, and we took our plates into the living room and i let her choose a movie. She was intrigued by the plot of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and even though i warned her about it being a bit slow, she wanted to watch it.

After we were done eating (she couldn't eat the whole thing, so there went dessert), we ignored the movie in favor of conversation. We went through quite a few topics before i realized that i still had my oil- and sauce-spattered, raspberry-beer-stained t-shirt on. Yeah, that had to be attractive. Way to go, Chuck! -___-

And then there was the cat. As much as we tried to discourage her, she insisted on being between us on the couch. I'd harass her to the point she'd get up and leave, but two minutes later she'd be crawling over my lap to get between me and M. A little annoying.

So...bad movie choice, no dessert, looking like a slob, and a cat getting in the way.
All in all, outside of the compliment she gave me on the main course (she enjoyed it, just couldn't finish), i'd say i did a rather bang-up job of botching that one.