That One Time I Flew To LA For A Date
Let me tell you about that one time I flew to LA just for a few hours for a date... I will never forget it. And it’s one you should pay close attention to. Because if there are signs that somethings not right, then it’s probably not going to be ever be right.
So it’s been about two weeks of talking to this girl, and we had been planning on hanging out. Now I just recently moved from Los Angeles to Northern California, and she was still in LA. So we knew it was going to be a challenge trying to meet for the first time. We had been on FaceTime and talked on the phone, so who I was going to meet in person was a confirmed beautiful woman. She was exactly who I met on the dating site.
Okay sidenote - during our conversation, there was one or two times where I felt like this woman wanted to be taken care of. This is always a moment you should pause and dig deeper. But me on the other hand, I looked past it and waited to actually meet her in person first. I wanted to keep things moving along.
So I asked her if she could meet me on a Friday at 8PM and she said yes. I made reservations for this place in Redondo Beach and wanted everything to be set perfectly like I normally do. I booked a flight to leave Northern California at 4:30PM so I could arrive in Los Angeles at around 6PM. My flight lands on time and I rent a car that was ready for me at the airport so I could drive straight to the restaurant. On my way to the restaurant, I stop by a florist and pick out these amazing flowers. And I’m not going to put the price, but they weren’t the ones that you get at your local grocery store lol. So I get to the restaurant and ask for them to sit us by the window. At 7:45PM I’m seated with the flowers laid on the table.
But 8pm comes around and she’s still not there. At 8:20PM I text her to see if she’s okay and how she’s looking on time. She responds and says she is just leaving work, and that she was on the way. Another five minutes go by and she sends me another text that read, “Hey I just realize the restaurant that we are going to is very far for me. So it’s saying I’m not going to get there till 9:15pm. Is that okay?” I said sure and went to the front of the restaurant to see if this was all okay. But before I could finish talking with the hostess, she sends me another text that says, “Hey, why don’t we pick a restaurant closer to my house?” I respond, “Okay which restaurant did you have in mind?” and she sends me the address of a restaurant that is close to her house. The new restaurant that she sends me is about 40 minutes from where I am, so I grab the flowers, put them in my car and head to the new place.
The time is now 9:50PM when I arrive. I check in with the hostess expecting her to be there already but find out she still needs more time. So I put our names on the waitlist and get seated soon after. At 10:15PM, she finally shows up and I’m sitting at the table with her flowers next to me. She gives me a big hug and says, “Oh my gosh! Are these for me?” and I said yes. She sits down and the first thing she does is pull out her phone and begin to video record her flowers. She then gets settled and asked me to take pictures of her and her flowers, and I do.
As for the actual date, we had a drink and some fries and talked for what felt like 15 minutes. Realizing the time, I let her know that I had to head back to LAX because my flight left at 12AM back to Northern California. She apologized and we leave the restaurant. I walked her to her valet, and of course everybody was stopping her to say how much they love the flowers. She got to her car, I gave her a hug, and then I drove back to LAX. That is the first and maybe the last time I ever take a flight for a first date.