Tea and Sambas

So I went on a date with this girl... last night.

8:08PM- eight minutes after our scheduled meeting time at a tea house in Brooklyn. Sambas has not arrived yet and I get seated by the waitress and asked if I want to order anything. I politely decline and say I'm waiting for someone.

I pour room-temperature water from a wine bottle and text my coworker/"dating coach" She's not here yet! She tries to comfort me and says that attractive women take a long time to get ready. She says I should take the time to think of witty greetings. This doesn't comfort me. I ask for suggestions but don't hear back. Shit.

My nervousness gets the better of me and I text Sambas. "I have arrived," I say and sit back feeling that this will show whether or not she is coming. Could I really get stood up? Hell, the cafe is so dim I doubt I would recognize her if she was even inside already. I have to look at the shoes of every girl that walks by just to be sure.

8:12PM - My phone lights up and alerts me to a new text message. Hey the train is taking forever! @ [subway stop]

That is a sigh of relief. All I do now is sit back, look awkward wearing my beanie indoors, and reread the menu 20 times.

8:23PM - The waitress asks if I want to order anything again. I say I am waiting for somebody. She likely thinks I am being stood up.

I continue to look up at the door every 15 seconds. The menu is boring, I can not stay focused on it. What if this is all one big game? She is back at her apartment laughing with her friends while I sit confused at a teahouse that has crappy food. Wow I've become extremely pessimistic and paranoid. I shake the thoughts from my head.

I start pulling at my mustache. Why do I still have this thing?

8:31PM - I hear the door once more but didn't see anybody. When sitting the counter is blocking my view. A few seconds that seem like minutes (30 minutes) pass and I see a head over the counter, which then turns into a body, and then a smile.

I check the shoes to be sure. It is her.