Just steak

It's 2am and I'm sitting alone inthe driver seat pulled up in the carpark opposite a night club I'm supposed to meet a date and some of her friends at. It'd been raining earlier in the evening so there are many puddles on the floor and everything is shiny. And I'd already drafted several SMSes deciding whether to go in and look for them or just head home.

So far things hadn't gone too well.. well they hadn't gone badly but things could have been better, Like dinner - I felt really bad letting her take the bill. Especially when I had ordered the strip loin steak and ate most of the escargot. But she'd insisted since I'd paid for everything else before and seeing as I didn't really want to make a scene of it, I let her.

Previously we'd met on Newyears day (post coutdown), it was nice, she was nice, I was wearing a pair of cheap plastic illuminating devils horns that dad had purchased in shanghai, and was drunk - but not yet slury. My friends had met her freinds at the bar and we were talking about Australia. Then after a day of SMSing, we'd met for lunch, where I think we settled that we were both rather interesting people and that there's be a follow up, dinner - tonight - followed by drinks at a place of my choosing then we'd split and go our seperate ways or something like that.

It didn't go too well I guess, somehwere in between I lost the plot and it got weird. We'd gone for drinks with both our freinds which had pretty much split the table, and then I hung aorund the bar for a while more while she left with her friend to go clubbing, I'd promised to meet them after. (which is why I'm in a shiny rain covered carpark to begin with).

I remeber Adrian (Steph's boyfriend) asking where we'd gone for dinner to which I replied 'Just Steak' - A pretty uppity steak house with a very .. well retardedly blatant name that didn't do them any justice. He laughed asking rather rhetorically 'so was it just steak?'

Outside the club again after having dragged myself out of the car, across the carpark into the club and on and off the dance floor several times, we're standing at the taxi que. I offer her and her friend a lift home but they politely decline.

Getting back into the car, I reach into my pocket for my ipod and instead fish out a business card. It's from Just steak. Seeing as I can't seem to shake the awkwardness of the night's chemistry, I just chuckle to myself thinking how succinctly the restaurant's name had summed up the entire evening.