I really can’t find anything snarky to say. He drinks ladylike drinks while I consume manly drinks (fruity martini vs the dark and stormy or the extra dirty martini.) He does not like Indian food. Okay, hmm. He eats his food in sections…an OCD thing he picked up at some point. Has great style, very witty, strangely good-looking (again, they make them like this?!!) and engaging.
I talk a big game about expectations BUT really, I did sorta expect him to be fluff with no substance. My general experience has been that men who are that pretty tend towards being egotistical nimrods with the intellectual capacity of a gnat on crack. Once again, this is why we should shed our expectations. Blown out of the water on this one!
We sat in a corner of the bar, leaning into the other, people watching. It had begun to snow out and we stopped talking, just staring off at the details of the space and the people surrounding us. Occasional critiques of the clientele, repulsion over my strong flavored cocktails and that slow discreet way of touching each other that leads you wanting more. Just fingers over the flesh of hands and forearms, mindlessly stroking as the mind wanders. We kissed at the bar, who initiated it though? I think it was very mutual. He was very physically affectionate the entire evening, not afraid to pull me closer or lean in or put his hands on my thigh as we spoke. If I was the one who made the initial kiss, it wasn’t because he was passive, only because I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him. He offered me a ride home and we kissed in the car at stop lights, and parked in front of my condo. I wouldn’t let him in my condo. He seemed taken aback by that. He swore he would behave. I told him that it wasn’t him I was concerned about. I wasn’t sure I could behave. Now, add to that a heavy dose of house from hell because of the fact that it is very much a construction zone and I am a terrible house keeper. But those lips. Can I just carry them around with me?
I guess I have a second date with him over the weekend. 😉 Meanwhile, I have a coffee date with a man who just had a vasectomy, a second date with an indie music fan urban farmer and a meet up with a guitar lutheir. It’s a busy week.