As if on cue, Charlie emailed as I was posting that last blog entry to ask if there was anywhere in particular that I wanted to go for dinner.
I was in the library, so I turned to my friend Karen, who was sitting next to me, to ask for advice. She said that I should give him the benefit of the doubt, because a lot of guys have trouble with date planning. She cited specific examples, including her fiance, and said that I should go and see if Charlie redeems himself on the date.
So, on the way home, I called Charlie in the car. I asked what kind of food he likes and he gave me his ranking (I'm being completely serious) in order of preference: Indian, Ethiopian, Mexican. (Note: This is not residency matching, Charlie.)
He also asked how far the drive would be from his town in Maryland. I told him 45 minutes to an hour, but that was a conservative estimate. I guess that the commute on the time-eating monster known as I-495 can be a little surprise for him tomorrow night! (Sort of like the choice of restaurant being defaulted in my direction was a little surprise for me tonight.)
I chose a hole-in-the-wall Afghan place, up the street from my apartment, that's gotten fabulous reviews online. Updates to follow.