So there sat my date, sticky and sweet smelling as can be thanks to my oh so graceful dumping of my drink on him. Either of us could have taken that opportunity to bail. Neither of us did.
We ordered another round and split some appetizers and before either of us realized, it was 4.5 hours later.
I find him fascinating. He knows everything (but not in a rudely superior way). His skill set (minds out of the gutter) are many and far flung. He’s nice, wicked smart, witty, kind and, best of all….he told me I was pretty. 😉
As he was leaving town in a few short days, he wanted to see me again before he left (yey me), so we made lunch plans for 2 days from then.
When we left, he politely asked if he could walk me to my car and as we were talking, he leaned in and gave me a pretty great kiss. And then another one. And another. 😉
We seem to have a lot in common. Not intelligence wise, mind you, but our backgrounds and upbringing. He’s currently out of town and texts when he can and sends me all sorts of pretty water pictures (as in bodies of, not glasses of).
Oh, and did I mention that he thinks I’m pretty? 😉