When I replied back to him he said, "Okay it's a date then!" I was a little shocked. In my head, hanging out does not equal a date. I already said yes, so I went through with it even though I didn't really want to. On Saturday I was whisked away to a nice restaurant and the awkwardness began. Our conversation went like this, "You look very nice this evening." "Thank you." "How are you?" "I'm fine."
The whole evening I was just annoyed with him that he did not properly ask me out. I felt tricked in a way. The feeling only escalated when he tried to put his arms around me when walking back to his car afterward. My question: is hanging out really equivalent to a date when there's only a guy and a girl?
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