A Real Date

Just in case I give the impression that I am just a jerk on my dates and all that, I will describe my date last saturday, as I think it qualifies as a real date.

The girl is a grad student down at U of C. Please note that grad students (at least the non-law ones) are completely different then your stereotypical U of C student. They have some social skills and aren't completely ugly. Also, they tend to ooze a slightly less amount of pretentious bullshit. However, they still live in Hyde Park, which tends to make them geographically undesirable. This particular girl is in a program that one of my good friends recently graduated from, so I can speak semi-coherently on it with her. Always a bonus. She is smart, cute, and Southern (which is new to me), so she has managed to keep my attention for a couple dates. Last Saturday, we went on a date to celebrate her finishing her summer internship.

I had planned out all of our previous dates, and since she was the one who accomplished something, we brainstormed some ideas together. Eventually, we decided to celebrate the end of summer with a picnic at Millennium Park. It worked out well as they were having a free concert that night, the Lyric Opera House was presenting a sampling of their upcoming season. Even though I am not classy whatsoever, I do not abhor culture, so it was fine with me. She packed a picnic, I brought the physical supplies and a bottle of wine. We got a little luck with the weather, got a nice spot near the back, and had a great time. Though, you tend to talk over the free concerts at Millennium Park, but if you are near the back, everyone does it and it is fine. We could even see the Navy Pier fireworks during intermission.

So there you go, a real date where I was not an asshole and practically was a gentleman. She has been out at her parents the past week, so when she returns to the city, we shall see if this goes anywhere else.