Backpack and I got together for our first day date and decided to go for a bike ride. It was unseasonably warm in our city and we took full advantage of it. He showed up a little late and thankfully warned me that he would be wearing a fanny pack because if I hadn't mentally prepared myself for the appearance of this particular fashion accessory, I think I might have burst out laughing despite my best efforts to maintain composure. Backpack certainly does like his man bags. It wasn't as bad as I'd imagined though, as it was one of those fanny packs that has a holder for a water bottle, etc. so was actually totally fine.
Anyway, we rolled our bikes to the local cycle shop, filled up with air, and we were off! He took the lead and we ended up several miles away from our neighborhood. It was really sunny and beautiful outside and we made several stops for rest and kisses. At some point, we decided to grab some food at this little random restaurant on the river with great views of the water ... the place is awesome because it makes you feel like you've totally left the city and are in some small town dive somewhere on the coast. Fantastic!
On the way there, I had an unfortunate fight with the seam between the street and the sidewalk and completely bit it. He stopped, rushed over, and helped me up making sure that I was ok ... kissing me and asking whether he should walk my bike for me the rest of the way. He handled a very embarassing situation perfectly and I really appreciated that. Two other total strangers riding by also stopped to check on me and then later, at the restaurant, someone else stopped over to ask if I was ok. This was all a little surreal but made me feel good about humanity for a the rest of the day.
We got to the restaurant, sat and ordered our lunch, talking and laughing about my little wreck. He checked my knees for bruises and gave me a nice little leg massage. After finishing our lunch, he stole a few tortilla chip scraps to feed to some ducks we saw swimming around. Apparently, he really likes ducks. Couldn't stop talking about them!! Very interesting and heretofore, unknown to me. The tortilla chips were not fed to the ducks, as they had paddled off out of sight. They did however, make a fat, little squirrel in the park very happy later though.
We rode home, stopped by the grocery store close to my house so I could pick up some things and then rode to my house to drop my food off. Once inside my place, he sat down on the couch and started filling in missing answers on a random crossword I had laying out ... it was both strange and sort of nice that he felt so comfortable in my space. We talked and moved around each other as if we'd been together for years. Again, this is both strange and nice. He still had his bike and I had another date to get to that evening (yes, it was a two date Saturday) so I walked with him to a park between our places and we hung out for another hour or so, soaking up the remainder of the late afternoon sun. We found a bench, sat, talked and had some nice, long kisses. I typically frown upon PDA but was feeling very comfortable and warm with him in that space at that moment.
Nothing was weird. Until Date Two called and I had to hurry him off the phone without sounding like I was doing so ... one of the pitfalls of this endeavor, I guess!! I told him I needed to go home and shower so we walked to his corner, had a nice kiss goodbye and parted there.
Since this Saturday spent biking around our city, we've talked/texted everyday. He is very attentive and in that respect at least, is what every woman is looking for. I've mentioned before that I'm having some anxiety about him because I feel like there's something missing that will potentially prevent this from becoming serious or progressing beyond a certain point but then today I had the epiphany that I don't really need to worry about that. Until I have to worry about that ... you get it? My mother always told me not to borrow trouble and me, sitting in my apartment, worrying about what I'll do if/when this guy tries to have the conversation is really stopping me from enjoying not only him, but everyone else I'm seeing.
So, no more worrying about Backpack ... I'm just going to enjoy his loveliness and be thankful that I finally met someone who's not a total douche. At least not that I know of.
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