Good morning! How's it going out there? Good? Good. How am I doing? I'm lovely, thanks for asking. Oh, you want to hear about my date last night? Right, right, that is why we're all here. Well, that and the whole personal growth, positive experience, moving forward jazz.
Last night was DATE FIVE with Backpack. Take the itinerary for BETTER THAN BEST DATE EVER, photocopy it and you've got my date last night. Same restaurant, same wait time, same drinks, same table almost. I mean, at some point, this was bound to happen, right? I was even planning to order the same entree but they took it off the menu (when I asked the waiter about this he said, "Well, only the vegetarians ordered it. Try the ravioli" ... I didn't want the freakin' ravioli. Boo). We both ordered and we both got talked into getting wine. I never order/drink wine but I was feeling festive so I let it happen. Conversation over dinner was excellent as per usual with this one. We finished the meal with an amazing piece of cheesecake and then decided to grab one more drink at a bar across the street. Same bar that I went to after dinner with BEST DATE EVER. We got there, sidled up to the bar, had a drink, and then hopped in a cab to go home.
Once at my doorstep, we chatted a bit. He is about to leave town for work for a couple days and won't be back for a week. I leaned forward to give him a kiss and hug and *BOOM*POW*BANG* he KISSED me. We put our arms around each other, had a nice little make out session for a couple minutes, and the butterflies that have never before stirred when I was out with this one began to flit around. Can't say whether it was the moment, or him, or that I haven't had a great smooch since BEST DATE EVER (or my latent and persistent stomach issues, for that matter) but who cares!! It was really nice and slow and good. He said during a moment where I pulled away (acting coy, so fun) that he wanted to kiss me earlier that evening but that's he's not good at that. Was my heart melting? YES!! How cute is that? I said it was ok, slower is better.
He walked away after we made a loose plan to reconnect when he gets back into town. I sent a text making sure that he got home ok and offered to make dinner when he got back. Thus far, Backpack has not allowed me to pay for anything with the exception of the cab ride last night and one drink the last time we went out for dinner. So, I'm beginning to feel a tad guilty and also would like to spend time with him not out in a restaurant or at a bar, etc. Additionally, he conveniently lives a couple blocks away from me so dinner at my place would be easy for everyone! He responded that he'd like that. Yay!
Bottom line: This was date five with this one. I haven't had a date five with someone since last summer, having had a long string of one hit wonders or two date duds. The more I get to know him, the more I like him and I can't wait to see what happens. He sort of snuck up on me, which I also kind of enjoy. And, looking back over this journey so far, he has been the most consistent fellow I've met and I'm glad I've kept my eyes open because I could have missed him, ya know?
I've proceeded through life with this perception that when you find someone, it's like fireworks, it's obvious, it's amazing, and instant. I've had the fireworks with plenty of fellows ... Tattoos, the Dr., BEST DATE EVER, others from 2008 and previous past lives ... and fireworks are great but in my particular experience, fireworks in dating are like fireworks in life. They are beautiful and exciting and shocking and sexy. Then, in an instant, they're gone and there's only a puff of smoke where they once were. I'm not saying that I'm ready to commit myself to Backpack or stop dating, but I am finding that that previously held perception is changing. And I like that. Fireworks are great but maybe what's better is a nice, warm, smoldering fire that's constructed and looked after and keeps you warm for a long time.
Ok, this ends the cheesy metaphor portion of the post. I just read that back to myself. Ick.
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