I walk in and see him, and he looks even cuter in person. Tall, handsome, bright blue eyes, bit of a scruff … I like what I see. I order a drink and the date begins. We’re talking with ease, chatting about everything and anything, laughing, drinking. I’m thinking, this might be the best first date I’ve ever been on. (I’m also wondering if that’s actually the case or if I’ve just been on so many bad/mediocre dates lately that a halfway decent one seems amazing.)
We talked about our families, our interests, where we see ourselves and what we want in life. And it seems like we want a lot of the same things. He also kept saying really cute little things like: he knows a really great dinner spot he wants to take me on our second date or that he looks great in a suit and is a fabulous wedding date (we chatted about upcoming friends’ weddings). Some of his rhetoric did come off as rather smooth, but also genuine. I excuse myself to the bathroom about halfway through the date to use the ladies room and text Elle: “omg omg omg omg. He’s so cute and so funny and I’m having the best time.”
We’re talking some more and chat about Tinder, I find out I’m his second Tinder date ever. That sets off a small warning bell and lots of questions cross my mind … is he cautious about who he actually goes out with? Is he just recently back on the market? If so, is he just looking to date or sleep around? He also hinted at a long vacation with an ex and her family last December and losing Netflix in “the divorce” so something is definitely up with an ex that seems like it may have been long term, need to find out more info there.
We ended up talking for about three hours before we called it. We pretty much shut the restaurant/patio where we were down and it was a Sunday night so we both had to work the next day. He paid for the bill (I offered, he was surprised and asked if guys actually make girls pay sometimes and thought that was ridiculous… swoon), he walked me to my car (double swoon) and he held my hand on our little walk (triple swoon).
When we got to my car, he pulled me close and said “I had a really great time tonight, I’d love to see you again. Can we do something again sometime this week?” I said yes, I’d love that as well and that I had an awesome time too. Then he was just staring at me smiling for a split second and went in for a kiss. And Oh. My. God. It was an insane kiss. One of those passionate yet soft, aggressive yet sensual, fireworks-exploding, heart-fluttering, is-this-really-happening-right-now kind of kisses. After we pull away he goes “Wow, that’s the best first kiss I’ve ever had, I’m looking forward to more of that. … so much so that I’m going to have to kiss you again.” And leans right back in. So yeah, I had a great date with a great guy, and we shared a GREAT kiss. He asked me to text when I got home so I did, he reiterated that he wanted to see me again soon (and how great the kiss was) and wished me a good night.
… the day after...
Here’s hoping Doug is as into me as he says he is and that I’ll have another date lined up for this week soon.
That’s all I’ve got for now!