Phat Pots, if she wasn't 19 (and me 40), I never would have made the post. Also the history with PCH and the bimbos thread added some interest imo.
Moving along. The date last night was anti-climactic, but interesting. I guess she is just a really nice girl, a little goofy, and as z32 pointed out - I don't think she has any idea how old I am. She's definitely has her own unique attitude on life, and we did manage to fill the entire time with fairly stimulating conversation, despite the gap in life experience. This was my biggest worry going in. She was very bubbly throughout.
I narrowly avoided a really awkward situation when I went to her door. I figured if there was any chance of bumping into say - a host family much closer to my age than hers, she would have warned me. But as I went to the door I could hear people talking inside. I thought about going back down to my car and calling, but I was worried maybe they had seen or heard me coming up the steps. So I rang the doorbell, which I guess didn't work. After about 15 seconds, I did not knock, but scuttled off the porch and called her from the car. She came down, and obviously did not want me to come up. Her living situation turned out to be a very nice host family. That would have been really really awkward. Ugh.
Oh yeah, I found out she thinks everyone in LA is so friendly, because when you make eye-contact with them, they smile(!). I'm still pretty sure her smile for me on the bus had some kind of intention behind it. No one is that naive. And I didn't see her smiling at everyone else.
She said she drinks a couple times a year. Like when I told her that she almost certainly wouldn't get carded she said "what is the drinking age under 21 here?". So I really don't think she's even looked into the option of drinking anywhere in the month she's been here. The waiter was even pushing the wine-tasting dinner special on us pretty hard. She had water and didn't eat much. Also tried very hard to pay half, like more than just token resistance. I told her she could get the next one.
I parked at my apartment then walked along the beach to the restaurant. She was very adamant about not going into my apartment either time. I think because good girls just don't do that on the first date or something. Also, and LOL, she's really not into getting her picture taken. This is her thrashing around the one time I tried to take it:
Oh the oot irony. Seriously I was laughing to myself pretty hard. She said in family photos she always tries to be the one taking the picture.
We had a little hug at the end, and she seemed genuinely disappointed that I was going to be gone for 2 weeks. It'll probably giver her time to come to her senses. I gave her my full name for facebook. You can't tell how old I am immediately but between FB and Google I think she can figure it out pretty quick. I guess I'll give her a try when I get back into town and see what happens.