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| - @Goldengriddlein #YELPTO #TORONTO #WAFFLESORNOTHING
I am totally biased because I used to live around this area and come here for post midnight breakfasts all the time back in the day; also because I've had the BEST 4 AM FIRST DATE here and I will always remember it oh so fondly.
The attraction was electrifying (and mutual) as we drove together, for a late night / early morning breakfast to Golden Griddle around 3 am. He wanted breakfast, I wanted tea (and in retrospect, I wanted him... so bad).
We parked across the street for free, just past the Loblaws on Carlton. It was a chilly winter night - he was in a dark blue windbreaker, dressed much warmer than I was. And there I was, with one of the only men I felt connected to instantly, dressed in a grey hoodie and black leggings, basking in my shabby hair and no makeup self. BUT - I could tell that he liked me just as much as I liked him. We started quick but paced our walk to Golden Griddle, his sturdy arm around the small of my back, tension in the air.
We got seated immediately upon walking in, and the server had no qualms about charging my phone for me upon my request. My date touched my calves with his foot, beneath the table as the server took our order - he ordered the biggest pancake and eggs breakfast, and I kept to a nice warm green tea. As soon as the server left us to our own devices, he caught my foot in his hand and gently, in a very non creepy way, massaged my ankles, as we flirted with our eyes. He spoke slowly and told me he was glad to have met me and I told him the same. We bantered across the table - our orders were brought to us and the slowness didn't bother us one bit. It gave me more time to look into his grey eyes, reflecting every bit of the heat in mine and to hold on to the moment.
He had been drinking that night, so he ravished the entire HUGE breakfast while I quietly finished sipping on my tea. I was too distracted to offer to pay so he took care of the bill and I graciously thanked him, and then we walked out of Golden Griddle, my hand in his.
As we sat in the car, we were talking about mobile phones and I mentioned that mine was jailbroken. He said his was too - I eyed his Android phone and said "Rooted, you mean?" And he said, "the fact that you know that term is a turn on" and before I could respond, he pulled me closer and sealed this date with the softest kiss. He kissed me that night again and again, at every red light on the way to his place (I was dropping him home).
Yes, I saw him again. Multiple times.
Golden Griddle, making memories since xxxx.
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