After my last post, 'the crush' and I talked on the phone for several hours. The more we talked, the more I dug him (not that I didn't already dig him). He asked if I'd like to meet him for "cocktails" when I was done at the fish tank today.
I cool-ly replied that would be nice. (inside I was saying "Hell yeah!" and doing the happy dance.)
I wasn't sure if I should appear in my fish tank ensemble (navy button-down, khaki cord skirt just above the knee and navy heels - I get compliments when I wear it) or I should change into something more date-like.
So I packed a change of clothes in case I opted for the latter. Debated during the day and decided to change into the date outfit.
We met at a local pub and he was just as charming as expected. Conversation flowed. Two hours flew by. He walked to the pub from his condo, so I offered to give him a ride back. He complimented me on my shoes, asked me if I'd like to get together when he got back from visiting his family and asked me to call him when I got home to make sure I got there safely. (All bonus points.)
The irony of the evening - of course NO date of mine can go by without something going awry, right? Just before the crush walked in, I heard a VERY familiar voice sitting at the bar. I looked over - it was "the worlds worst kisser"! that I had briefly dated and he continually called me begging to hook up afterwards. He had gained a good 75+lbs and he and his date were wearing matching Falcons jerseys. I know he saw me and I wasn't looking too shabby. I told "the crush" about it and we were giggling about it (I didn't tell him he was the world's worst kisser). But World's Worst Kisser kept looking over at me. Crush and I were sitting fairly close to each other and it was clear that we were digging each other.
I wonder when World's Worst Kisser is going to call... b/c the Crush is sorta well-known around town. And he's adorable. And World's Worst Kisser saw us driving away together. Mwahahaha.
Back to the Crush. I call him when I get home - he said he was sending me an email. We chatted for a few minutes. He said he was sending me an email. It was the sweetest email (more bonus points). He said "You kinda do it for me. Okay, you *really* do it for me. I kinda wanted to prolong our evening, but then again, I didn't want to spoil it. I mighta kissed ya, but..."
I haven't felt this smitten in ages. Seriously. Funny. Intelligent. Respectful. Flirty. Great sense of himself.
TBD if there's a toe-curling kiss ahead.
posted by: ruined (reply)
post date: 12.24.06 (9:36 pm)
WARNING: Keep in mind that no man is perfect. That said, best of luck with this guy and here's hoping that things keep looking up with him... with the best and worst of him! :) Looking forward to how things go!
posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 12.25.06 (5:12 pm)
Reply to: ruined
I'm not 12. I know no man (or woman) is perfect.
Despite enjoying the bliss, I've got my eyes open.
Things usually don't go to hell until after the third date.
;)
posted by: ruined (reply)
post date: 12.26.06 (5:36 pm)
Reply to: scubadiva
In that case, here's hoping that things go well to at LEAST the fourth date! ;)
posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 12.29.06 (8:08 am)
Reply to: ruined
He's back in town tomorrow. Date #3. Will keep you posted. ;)