why North and South matters

So my date picked me up ... he was just on time since the dinner with my team was wrapping up already ...

He picked me up and we went to Mall of Asia. We parked on the SOUTH side of the mall. Take note of this as this will be the key point of the story later.

We played billiards and he paid for everything which was good. I got Vodka Cruiser and he got Beer. We played and I lost every single game. I had fun though and he was fairly easy to chat with. I was comfortable.

Afterward, we went to Seattle's Best and had coffee. We originally planned to drink but I changed my mind. We had coffee instead where we chatted about stuff. It was pretty easygoing and laid back. It was my kind of night.

At 1130 pm, we had to go since I had a curfew. Yes, I have a curfew. Get over it. So we started walking and I asked him if he remembered where he parked and he seemed confident. So we walked, and walked, and walked. Did I mention I was wearing 3inch heels?

When we finally got to the parking lot, we went looking for his car. Mind you, the parking area of MOA is huge ... massive. So we walked ... and walked ... and walked. Again, did I mention I was wearing 3inch heels?

We finally realized that his car was not there and that we were on the wrong parking spot. We were at the North area and his car was on the South area. NORTH, SOUTH. NORTH, SOUTH. My feet was starting to cuss like a sailor.

I kinda felt bad for him though so I tried to make light of the situation. I laughed and told stories but let him know that my feet hated him with a vengeance.

Finally, he was able to take me home just in the nick of time. Thank God for that.

So was it a good date? Yeah, I would say. As I told him, from the knee up, I had fun. From the knee down, my feet will never forgive him for until now, as I type this, it is cussing like a sailor.