Yay!!! Had such a great time again with Freckles. He contacted me the Sunday after we met last Friday and asked whether I was free the next night because he had the day off. I wrote back and said I was free and we made a plan to meet for a picnic in the early evening.
The picnic was my idea. The previous dates have sort of all been his ideas/his planning and I thought that maybe I needed to step up a little bit and take some of the pressure off this time, especially given the amazing dinner he made me. So, on the excellent suggestion of my colleague I went to the grocery on the way home from work and got stuff for sandwiches, hummus, veggies, and some fresh blueberries. I showered, made the food, and packed everything in a bag with some cloth napkins and a little blanket for us to sit on. Our destination was a grassy spot in a park near our neighborhood. He called just before I left and asked whether he needed to bring anything and I said no, that I had it all. There was an element of trickery here because I didn't tell him that I'd bought food and stuff. I wanted it to be a surprise ...
I walked to his place, met him at the corner, and when he saw the treats, he got all red and smiled a huge, great smile. I was wondering the whole time I was walking there whether we'd kiss upon meeting and deciding that if we didn't I was not allowed to read anything into that or let it ruin the rest of the evening. But, happily we did. Lovely! We walked to the park, with a brief stop to get some beverages, and picked our spot. It was a really nice night, breezy with a beautiful orange sunset, and we just sat on the blanket, talked, and ate. He complimented the food and seemed to enjoy everything. BTW: I've always wanted to do this with someone. And it was great!! I highly recommend this date ... very casual and easy (and cheap). I just couldn't bear the thought of having to deal with paying and a menu at a restaurant and the "What do you wanna do?" conversation. Yuck! The only bad thing was when I suggested we hang out this coming Friday and he told me that his entire weekend was booked with activities with friends ... he didn't say it in a mean or dismissive way or anything like that, I was just disappointed. It's cool though.
It got a darkish and we decided to move on. We packed up and walked back in the direction of our places. He asked whether I'd like to get a drink and I said sure and suggested that we go somewhere close to his place because it was in the direction of home (for both of us) and he lives in a neighborhood with a lot of options in terms of bars, etc. We ended up at this little cafe on the corner with nice outside seating. He got champagne (strange, but kinda cool) and I had a nice dry white wine. Again, more conversation ... blah, bah, blah. Let's get to the good stuff!!
We left after he settled the tab and I jokingly said that I'd walk him home. Jokingly because we could literally see his building from where we were drinking. We got to his stoop and he asked whether I'd like to come up for a minute. OF COURSE!!! We got inside his place, were besieged by his two cats, and he offered me some water. He's a very polite one. Raised right. I took it and had a couple sips, mind sort of going through whether I was going to stay with him (on a Monday night) and what exactly I wanted at this moment in that regard. We had a great time last time but I really wanted to go a little slower than I traditionally do with this one. I then stopped myself and decided that I'd let whatever happens, happen. Ok. We sat on the couch again and talked for a bit. He reached over and touched my knee again (like he did last time - sometimes it's great that men are predictable) and we kissed. Vertical kissing lead to horizontal kissing. This then lead to upright, walking to bedroom kissing and then, obviously, on the bed kissing.
Stop ... teehee!
:)
I left at 12:00. That's midnight people, not noon the next day. When things had kind of simmered down, I asked him when he had to wake up the next morning. He said 5 a.m. He asked me and I told him 6 because I really wanted to make a morning class at my gym. He said that I could stay and leave at 6 if I wanted, that he knew 5 was super early. I thought about it and then said that I'd rather go home because we both had to wake up early and I just couldn't deal with a 5 a.m. or even 6 a.m. mile long walk of shame. Also, the thought of revealing myself to him at 5 a.m. on the fourth date (morning breath, hair mussed, clothes askew) made me shudder with horror. Plus, even though I was totally turned on and really, really want to sleep with this one, I just felt like it wasn't the right time and suspected that that would happen if I stayed. So, we got ourselves together and he asked me if he could at least give me $$ for a cab. How sweet is that!! After some minor protest on my part and some major insistence on his, I took the cash and he walked me out.
I got a cab almost right away and we had some nice kisses before I got in and was driven back home. In the cab I couldn't help but text because immediately I felt nervous that leaving was a bad decision ... was he going to think I wasn't interested? Would he worry that I wasn't turned on or into the action? Would he think I was some sort of prude, or worse, a tease? So, I wrote him that I had a great time and hoped he had a great bike ride the next day. He wrote back immediately and said that he had a great time too, was sorry I couldn't stay but that he understood, and hoped I got home ok. I tried to write something cute back and came up with: I'll stay next time (she says, optimistically). He wrote back: Definitely :). The smiley is not my editorial addition, BTW. I then wrote: Good. I was nervous I messed that up ... talk soon. No response from him.
Until yesterday ... he wants to see me Thursday night, tomorrow night. Elation.
Sadness. The period has come. With a freakin' vengeance. DAMN. But, here's the positive: sex now is not an option. I will obviously tell him about this and we'll see what happens. As far as I'm concerned, a little more of a delay is actually better. Like I said before, I don't want to rush into a physical scene with this one. And I'd rather stay with him and have some sexy time on a weekend night so we can maybe have some time the next day ... maybe some brunch or something. The weeknight sleepover is sometime a little tricky and uncomfortable.
So far, so good. Keep your fingers crossed ... a black cat crossed my intended path this morning. I walked a block and a half out of my way to avoid that bad luck. Superstitous stupidness? Yes. Do I want to take any risks that anything will F this up? Absolutely not.
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