Date Four with Backpack. He'd been sending me messages all week asking if I was free and because of Date Eighteen and a weird stomach cramping issue that was really bringing me down, the only free time I was willing to donate was this particular night. Thankfully, I was invited to a happy hour hosted by some friends and invited him to come along with me to that.
BTW: best happy hour ever. Seriously. Awesome venue, awesome drinks, awesome, interesting people. Way to go anonymous friends!!!
Ok. It was really cold outside. Really effing cold. The reason I mention this is because I've come to realize that it's much more difficult to date in the winter months than at any other time of the year. Last summer, I'd make dates, throw on a little dress, roll out, walk to meet my suitor, and we'd sit outside somewhere, enjoying beverages, foods, and then I'd walk home. Easy peasy. None of this nonsense about coats, scarves, cabs, gloves, where are we gonna meet, not wanting to wait in the frigid wind, how far can I reasonably walk whilst still maintaining my sanity and an appropriate body core temperature. Sure, maybe I'm being dramatic here but I'm sure you find this to be true as well. It's really hard to be sexy and flirtatious when you have a huge coat on and your scarf is covering half your face.
I also mention the affect of the weather because there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about this date, so I fear this will be a rather boring post. But, I digress ... I realized the following during this evening out. One, Backpack and I share a love of the gin. Huh, did not know that. Check plus. Two, I had no qualms about meeting Backpack with my scarf wrapped around my face, making me look ridiculous and somewhat sinister. Also, an interesting thing. Three, I feel completely free to be completely myself with this guy. I do not censor the weird noises I tend to make during conversation or my random, meandering stream of consciousness thought process that flows, unencumbered and at times unfiltered, directly from my brain to my mouth. Huh, again, very good. Four, I had no hesitation bringing this guy to this event where he would most certainly meet several of my friends. Aren't you suppose to be nervous about bringing the guy to meet the friends??
Finally I realized that the more I hang out with Backpack, the more I like him and the more I want to hang out with him. We have a lot in common in terms of our family backgrounds and cannot seem to find a break in the conversation. There has never been an awkward pause or weird moment. It's kind of nice, actually.
Please read on for Date Twenty: Sneak Attack, which is Date Five with Backpack. Sorry. I'm a little behind. :)
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