So TD comes over after work and of course, all I’ve thought about for most of the day is how friggin’ awkward it is going to be at 1st. Do we shake hands? Hug? Cheek kiss? What? Before he got there I
sucked down enjoyed a cocktail and then I hear the doorbell and decide that before he enters my house and my dogs basically maul the poor man to death, that I’ll meet him in the driveway. Yeah, awkward in broad daylight is actually worse than awkward inside or awkward at night. Who knew? So we do the lame ole’ friendship hug (boo me). And he comes in. And we stand there. And look at each other. And hesitate. And then ……….. nothing. Awesome. I offer him something to drink and he excuses himself to the restroom which I totally took as the perfect opportunity to text my Doppelganger and update her on the awkwardness of it all. Ya’ know what sort of support she offers? She wants to make sure that I have landscaped the bike path. WTF? Uhm, I went out of my way to wear the most hideous lime green ugly undies I could find to help ensure that, should the opportunity present itself, that I would be a good girl. At the rate we were going however, I’d be lucky if he held my hand.
Anyway, he comes out of the bathroom and is standing across from me and we’re looking at each other and I, in all my suave glory, say ‘can we just get this out of the way?’ and lay one on him. I’m such a lady. Not. It was a totally tame kiss just to break the ice. Whatever, don’t judge. I asked if that was okay to do and he says that he thought of doing the same thing but didn’t want to offend me. Uhm, hello? So we head out to happy hour and have a great time, as always. We talk about things and he mentions how much he’s going to miss me on my trip. He then asks me when I thought it would be okay to ask someone to take their profile offline. Uhm? Did he want permission to keep it up? I gave the uber (and totally BS) response of, I guess that’s up to the person in question as to when they want to take it down. To which he tells me that he took his profiles down that morning. Yey me!
There was some hand holding. A small kiss in the parking lot. A very sweet hug in the restaurant. A ‘thanks for sticking in there for me’. A ‘i’m so sorry for what I put you through’. And pretty much anything else he could say to make me wonder what the hell I’ve been doing dating such dipshits for so long. As he had to pick his son up from basketball tryouts, we cut the evening short and he brought me back home. Where we proceeded to stand in my driveway for the next hour or so. Talking. Or not. Actually there was very little talking going on. He’s a really good kisser and not at all the ‘shy’ guy that Doppelganger, and I, thought he would be. Just in case he was ‘testing’ me to see if this is how I act on all 1st dates, I brought it up 1st. I said that all of this was totally unexpected and he says ‘what? you don’t normally do this on a 1st date?’. I then explained that the last 3 months were our 1st date and this was, well, something else. We kinda fit. Well. Pretty sure he thinks I’m only a semi whore instead of a full fledged one. 🙂 No, no clothes were removed (we were in my driveway for shit’s sake), but some hands wandered and some comments were made …… what? I’ve been waiting a long time for this, and it wasn’t just me anyway!
He finally had to leave and I text messaged him with ‘saying thank you for tonight doesn’t seem to cover it’ and he responds ‘I feel exactly the same way’. Thank fucking god for my lime green granny panties or heaven knows what else could have happened.