Not three days after first date with SNP we were meeting for a second date. In between, he'd either called or texted me everyday. I struggled with my feelings about this. Why you ask? Well, there's a bit of an explanation to this one and Ill do my best to streamline it for you. I have concluded that a major drawback to internet dating is that it can become addictive. You're constantly meeting new people, being taken out, having fun conversation, going to new places, getting compliments, being wooed ... even if nothing becomes anything, it at the very least makes life more interesting. And I think that towards the end of my time, pre-Freckles, I had gotten a little bit hooked on that feeling of newness. So, I was on guard to make sure that with this guy I was actually interested in him, not just the attention, especially given the fact that he is the first person I've gone out with since Freckles. That being said, it made me feel a little leery that he was calling everyday. My thoughts: Is he desperate? Does he have no friends? Nothing else to do? Stupidness really, but it's true.
Or, wait for it ... is he just ... showing interest and pursuing me the way that a man does when he wants a woman? Um, I don't know. Hasn't happened in awhile.
I resolved this little internal conflict by basically shooing it away and making the conscious decision to not think about it, or analyze it and just enjoy his company. We had agreed to meet for a late dinner as he had a class to go to that ended around 9. He called me that afternoon and told me that he'd made reservations at two different restaurants and that I got to choose. I knew one of the two that he mentioned and immediately chose that one as I've always wanted to go there ... I've heard nothing but rave, rave, rave reviews of it. My excitement was tinged with a little nervousness because the food is very fancy and EXPENSIVE. We've had this conversation before here. Negotiating the financials of the first couple dates can be quite precarious and is made even moreso when you're at a restaurant and the tab ends up being close to $200. Yeah. A tad uncomfortable but on the other hand, amazing that he wanted to have that experience with me and maybe impress me a little bit.
So, dinner was lovely. Great conversation. I found out more about him, his family, his life ... and I liked everything he told me. Hopefully he felt the same way. A half a bottle of wine later, with the tab all settled, we decided to grab a cab and get some more drinks at the bar where we met. Same story ... we got a couple of seats at the bar and continued chatting. I wasn't quite prepared for how drunk I became and at some point, in the middle of the conversation, I suddenly realized that I was pretty wasted and then for the rest of the evening struggled slightly to maintain. I think I did a fairly good job. I hope I did anyway ...
We got another cab up the street and and we directed him to drop us off in front of my building. We got out and had a couple more words and then he kissed me. It was intense and good and strong and I kissed him right the hell back. Up until that moment, I had been wondering whether I wanted this to happen. I wasn't sure. But the second his lips touched mine, I was sure that I did. My stomach got all fluttery and I just wanted to hang in that moment for a bit, enjoying the closeness we were having out in front of my steps at 1:00 in the morning. But, time marches on, and so did he.
We had talked about the possibility of making plans for the weekend, dependent on some friends I had coming from out of town and when they were arriving, etc. Again, as with the pho first date, I fell into bed, happy, drunk, and really excited about seeing this one again.
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