4/9/09 - Date Forty Four: New Name

This is date three with SpryGuy who shall henceforth be known as Yipppeeeee!!! (or just Y!! if I don't feel like typing all those letters).

This was a Saturday night date, something I hadn't had in awhile. Maybe since The Gentleman's first act. Anyway, we agreed only to meet for drinks because we were meeting later in the evening, past dinnertime. This was cool with me as I was actually looking forward to eating at home, relaxing and then having a fun, comfortable evening. I always fear, no matter how great conversation has been historically, that at some point it'll just run out, like a stream of water that gets thinner and thinner and thinner until there's nothing left. Silence. Terrible. With Y!!!! however, that fear is nonexistent. We get along so well and never, ever run out of things to chat about. So, I was totally psyched to meet him.

He was late to meet me, which he warned me might happen, so it was no biggie. I was early, which is typical of me, and took the opportunity to have a seat on a water pump literally in the middle of the sidewalk and just people watch. It was a nice, warm and breezy evening and there were tons of people out, going to and from bars and restaurants, looking good, feeling good. It made me feel really relaxed and happy just to be out. After getting a series of texts about his being in a really, really smelly BO cab, I rolled to the bar and snagged a couple seats outside on the small patio. He walked up, wearing shorts, a button down and tennis shoes and waved with a huge smile on his face. To my surprise, I immediately felt super thrilled. I smiled wide, ear to ear, and felt really goofy for some reason. I hadn't anticipated that I would be so excited.

He took a seat and then got right back up again to get us a couple drinks. Once back with drinks, I swear the first thing out of his mouth was that I looked really beautiful and that he felt like a shlub. To be perfectly honest, I was thinking that he did look super casual ... cargo shorts? Really? For a Saturday night? But obviously my feelings of happiness and flattery at having this fellow tell me I was beautiful overwhelmed the shorts and we moved on. We proceeded to have great conversation, as always, and at the forefront of my mind was to ignore my prior instincts to squelch questions and keep things superficial. I reminded myself that this guy has been very open with me from the word go and why not just ask him about things, regardless of their personal nature.

And you know what? Once I started asking about his family, his childhood memories, etc., he opened up even more and I felt like we were actually connecting ... over and beyond two people who sort of knew each other, hopefully found each other attractive, and were just out on a Saturday night. I felt like we were seeing each other. It was great!! He kept reaching over to touch my arm, or my hair, telling me again that I looked great. After a few more rounds there, we decided to move on to another bar down the street and around the corner. And this is where things got interesting ... and effing hot.

We sidled to the bar at location two, got a couple beers and found a comfy couch to sit on. He commented on a gold ring I was wearing and then took it off my finger and put it on his own while I yammered a too long answer to his short question about whether the ring had any significance. He took it off of his finger and held my hand to put it back on mine and while we were both leaning our heads down to accomplish this process, he reached his little lips right over and gave me a kiss. A nice, light kiss. I responded by basically jumping him and giving him a kiss back that could in no way be described as nice or light. He responded in kind and we made out like teenagers until an employee of this particular establishment came around and told us "That's enough" in a very annoyed, high fallutin' tone. We took this as our cue to exit, because we were embarrassed, yes, but also because we both just wanted to jump each other.

Cab to my place.

Kissing in my hallway.

Kissing in my living room.

Kissing in my bedroom ...

And here I go dark. Teehee!!!

The next morning we had more naughty shenanigans and he hung around for a couple hours for coffee as we cuddled on the couch. Whenever I have a sleepover with one of these people, I'm happy, elated, exhausted. Unsure. Afraid. Nervous. That once they walk out the door, that'll be it. They got their piece and that's all they wanted and why would they spend any time wining, dining, talking when they can just move on to someone else and disappear because I don't even know their address!?!?!?!?! Why oh why didn't i keep my legs shut, keep their hands to themselves and just be a lady?!?!??! Ahhhhhh!! Ok. Calm down. This one, well, this one is different. I hope. He said he needed to go and start his day and we kissed goodbye at the door. I opened the door and he took a half step out and turned and we kissed again. He then took two full steps out and turned back and we kissed yet again. He said as he walked away that he'd call. Half of my brain said "YAY!!!!" and the other half said "YEAH RIGHT".

Fast forward to that night at about 8:00 pm. Beep beep. Phone ringing. I look and immediately smile a huge, huge, HUGE smile. YIPEEEEEEEE!!!! on the line. We talked briefly. He asked how my day was, told me he was tired and was going to sleep and just wanted to say goodnight. Goodnight. How cute is that??

Sigh. This post is late, I realize. Here's the news since then: Y!!!! called me not only that Sunday evening but then again on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings. We had contact via text message on Thursday and Friday and unfortunately because of work issues, he wasn't free Saturday night, the only night I was free. He called Saturday day to tell me that, to apologize and to tell me that he really wanted to see me before he goes out of town for Memorial Day. I told him I'm free any night but one this week and hope we can work it out. He called last night and told me he'll call tonight. I think he will.

Bottom line: I like this guy. He's got a lot of qualities I want in someone. I think he wants a long term relationship and is fairly stable. I do not like the fact that we haven't made plans for this week. I do not like the fact that he seems to believe a phone call can replace a meeting ... as always, I'll keep you posted about what happens this week. Hope for the best!