I thought the date with the hot dispensary girl went really well. We went out to this new wine bar that specializes in cheese pairings and charcuterie plates that I found on Yelp. I thought it was a great choice for a first date -- a nice selection of drinks, classy without being too formal, and some great small plates so you can eat some food while chatting without committing to a full-blown dinner.
She was even hotter in real life than what was depicted in her pictures. Like I'm kind of still in shock that I just went on a date with a girl as hot as her. We had actually corresponded via text quite a bit prior to the date. She had texted me until she fell asleep a couple nights last week, and she seemed really cool and funny via text. But I still wasn't fully sure what to expect from a manager of a dispensary. Part of me was worried that she could turn out be a stereotypical "stoner idiot," which was probably hypocritical of me considering that I smoke more cannabis than anyone I know and I'm pretty damn smart.
But, to my delight, she seemed like a really mature, smart, nice, cool, cultured, and fun girl. We had a good conversation for like 2.5 hours with lots of smiling and laughing until the bar closed down on us at 10:00. We had a nice moment outside afterwards where we were holding hands facing each other and saying what a great time we had together. She said she "would love to see [me] again." It was probably an ideal moment for a kiss, but I just didn't lean in for it. Maybe a rookie mistake on my part, but I'm happy with how it went down regardless.
She's been texting me more since she got home saying what a good time she had and how it "was definitely the highlight of [her] week." We're talking about going out again sometime soon for dinner and margaritas at a cool new modern Mexican taqueria. I just feel like everything went way better than I could have possibly expected it to go.
I just celebrated with a dab of Bruce Banner shatter mixed with Kimbo Slice x Blue Dream shatter. Life is good.