My First Second Date - Too Little Too Late for the Perfect Second Date

It was March 2007. Two weeks before, the first date with her had been as perfunctory as a dental check up. She was a very pretty and very small 42 year old, woman. She asked if I could eat Sushi (with my Kosher restriction at that time), and she sent me the address by email. We arranged to meet on a Tuesday at 7:00 PM.
While I was driving there from my job, I wrote the address on the GPS Navigator, the street Wilshire and the number…? ( It is rather difficult and dangerous to write an address while driving) I found the number … 150. The GPS computer was guiding me: “turn left, turn right“ , I called the girl on her cell phone to tell her I‘d be four minutes late getting there.
Finally the GPS Navigator told me smugly: “You’ve arrived at your destination” I parked the car in an over-priced parking lot and ran to find the restaurant. The place look very nice: I could see the sea and the palms. The street numbers go until 120 and in the next block, it started on 210. In the corner: a restaurant and in the second floor it had a Sushi restaurant. I called her: “I can’t see you” and she told me “Please go outside the restaurant to find me.” I left the restaurant, but I didn’t find her outside. Just then my phone rang: “Where are you? I asked her: “In what direction do you see the sea?” Her: “What sea do you see?
At that moment, I realized that I was not born in the USA-- the real address was 12400 Wilshire Blvd. Ste 150 (in Westwood) , but in Latin America we write the number at the end. Which put me 10 miles west of where she was! I had put a wrong number in the GPS Navigator.. I called her again to apologize and told her I would be there in 20 more minutes.
I returned to my car and put the right number 12400 into the Navigator. The machine told me that the trip would take only 7 minutes. 40 minutes later when I thought I was nearly there, I checked the address but I was only at 12200. A little further the numbers increased so I parked again in another building ran to find the number 12400. After running a few blocks, I realized that in this way I would never arrive to the place. Then I returned to the parking lot, and drove very slowly down the street to find the exact place. Wilshire Blvd. is a street with numbers going up and down in several places. After a lot of U turns I finally arrived, with no help from my Navigator. I parked on a building lower level then the elevator brought me to a huge hall where all 8 doors were locked and an old lady was also lost trying to get the street. I asked G-d if he doesn’t have others funny thing to do, with another person.
Then we searched and found a security guy who simply pushed a button to magically free us
At 8PM I was very tired and found the girl waiting at the restaurant door. She was very mad at me. I apologized again. We ordered the sushi, actually she ordered: she asked what I could eat and ordered for me. She had has good reason to not be very confident in my worldly abilities. She talked initially about kosher food rules. I thought “How I can exit this conversation, and not be classified with the Rabbinical Seal for things that she doesn’t like?” The food arrived. She ordered for herself Sea Urchin (not kosher). I remembered 25 years ago when I ate Sea Urchin for the last time before I became Kosher. While she was eating, I was thinking “If I am able to kiss her anytime, after she eats these things, will her mouth be kosher to kiss?… It would be the rule 1/60 valid in this case (when the no kosher food is less that 1/60 of the main food and the no kosher was included without intention). What quantity of Sea Urchin will remain stuck between her teeth compared to the total volume of her mouth? My calculations went wild.
When the meal ended, the date ended too. Both of us knew that we weren’t a good match. I escorted her to her car. When I was saying good bye I confused her name as I nervously I shook her hand too hard. and she cried and told me that it hurt her (she can’t move her fingers). Then she realized that I was very ashamed, then she became very nice and told me that was not my mistake, only was a problem with her ring.
When I told my brother in law about the date's events, he requested: "Please when you will go to another date take your camrecorder runing all the time, will be better than a Woody Allen movie".