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The first rule of improv is to never say no
  • There I was standing in front of a small comedy venue on a Tuesday evening.

    I had never watched an improv comedy. I didn't know what to expect.

    Improv. A rather unusual choice for a first date.

    Looking at clock.

    There you were swooshing past myself on your bike. You disappeared round the corner. You fumbled to find a place to park your bike. I pretended not to see you fumble and was trying to looking at nothing and everything.

    Hi.
    Hey.

    We hugged, and I felt a little air kiss next to my ear. It was quite a firm hug. It felt nice.

    Here we go again.

    Last time it didn't go well.

    It went just as any first date would go. It was a little awkward. We had some drinks and it helped. Good thing was that the performers were stupidly funny and I remembered laughing to the point of crying at one moment.

    I didn't know I like improv. Or comedy.

    We left the venue and it was dark outside.

    We said what needed to be said as a courtesy of a first date.

    I enjoyed the night, thanks.
    Me too. Would you like a second date?
    Yeah of course.
    How about a cooking date?
    That sounds really nice.

    We were getting unusually close at one point. I did not remember being this close to another person, not in a while. 

    He smelled nice.

    I gave him a peck as he moved in.

    Oh.
    Oh it was not just a peck. Oh...

    Do you-

    He was not done kissing. Well that felt nice...
    It actually was really nice...
    Was he done?

    Do you. Do you use WhatsApp?
    Yeah but I could not find you there
    Well that's because...

    ...

    I came home and cried.
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