I had been enjoying a lovely evening at a romantic bar in New York with a gentlemen of whom I am greatly enamored. We were really enjoying making googly eyes at each other while drinking at the bar, to the great amusement of our charming bartender. Sometimes it's nice to be shamelessly romantic. Once dinner had begun an I excused myself to the washroom, and in my absence the bartender came over and complimented my gentlemen friend on the chemistry we shared.
I have to admit loving these spontaneous compliments - it's nice to know I don't scream professional from across the room even when there's a glaring age difference. I have been asked if we were on a Honeymoon by a stewardess, and a few times received congratulations on being newly weds. Always worth a giggle of delight. On the other hand, I've also had my dates complimented on having such a charming daughter. So the romantic inclination doesn't always ring through in our shared body language.
While at said romantic dinner, I saw another couple enter, with an obvious age difference. I spotted her as a pro immediately. He was likely in his sixties and didn't seem young in spirit or care much for his appearance - not to say he was unattractive or didn't care, but certainly didn't strike me as the "young at heart" sort of guy or the devilish charmer that would easily attract younger women. She was dressed in a very alluring outfit, and her eyes were dead even when she smiled.
I seemed to catch her eye immediately, she gave me a very forward though stone faced acknowledgment of my existence. I wondered if she pegged me the same way. We were seated facing each other so continuing to observe without being obvious was pretty easy, and I soon didn't know what conclusion she had reached. Every time I burst into laughter, she gave me an annoyed look, then let her eyes settle on the floor. Each time I walked by her eyes trailed me, narrowing to slits. I had the distinct feeling she disliked me. My date and I were quite fascinated by her body language, trying to figure out exactly what was going though her mind, and her date seemed absolutely oblivious to anything but the two of them. I found myself thinking, she's a pro, but not very good. I would feel very odd about bedding a woman that was so disinterested and had to force every smile and concentrate on seeming interested. I wondered if the gentlemen felt self conscious based on the subtleties of her behavior. There was no suspension of disbelief offered.
So I have to ask the gentlemen: Have you ever been on a date with a lady where the little things in her body language turned you off, even though nothing overt was wrong? Would you politely excuse yourself from the rest of the evening or venture forward?
I imagine most would venture forward, certainly I can remember being on first dates where there was no immediate sense of comfort in his presence, not the warmth of friendship or the click of romance. There must have been body language I couldn't consciously control, and they didn't cancel. I imagine there are instances where it's simpler to go through with the date and not repeat then it is to start the awkward conversation of wanting to end early.