So I decided that 2018 was going to be a great year. That it was going to be MY year! Apparently no one informed the universe of that. Damn.
Anyway, I’m in a new town, back online dating, excited about what the future holds and being more positive about absolutely everything. I also decided to take myself out of my comfort zone. In all things. This could only go one of two ways, right?
I had a date on New Year’s Eve day with a man that I was VERY excited about meeting. Tall, handsome, clean cut, smart and great sense of humor. He suggested we shoot pool at a little place not far from me. As I hadn’t been there before, I thought that sounded like a great idea. We met in the afternoon as we both had plans later that evening.
We showed up at the same time and damn, he was every bit as attractive in person. Yey me! We got drinks at the bar and sat down. We started talking. Not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but when I am nervous, I can neither remember what is said or what I said. It’s an annoying little quirk of my brain that likes to fuck with me every now and again. As we’re talking, I notice that he isn’t looking at me. Uhm, bad sign. Then I remember he told me that he is kind of quiet and doesn’t like talking about himself. Being the forgiving gal that I am, I chalk the lack of eye contact up to that. As I’m sipping my beverage, it occurs to me how FUCKING STRONG it was. Damn. I hadn’t been paying attention and please, it was one drink! Sadly, I hadn’t eaten that day and I could tell I was getting buzzed. As I liked him, didn’t think he liked me and was still nervous, I got us another round. Brilliant, right? Not so much.
We had a great time playing pool. Joked around, flirted and had fun. Included in the fun were a couple of neck rubs and pats on the ass. No, not by me. Huh, maybe he does like me after all. After a couple of games we sat back down and talked some more. By then, I was drunk. Lovely. Off of 2 drinks. Never happened before in my life, but it was too late to do anything about it. I could tell I wasn’t speaking clearly and I was mortified. I didn’t know what to say to the affect of ‘oh shit, I accidentally got drunk’ (see how stupid that sounds), so I just tried to do my best.
When it was time to go, he walked me to my car and gave me a kiss. And by ‘gave me a kiss’ I mean ‘had a full on make out session’. Classy. He’s a damn fine kisser though. Driving home I knew I shouldn’t have made out with him as much as I had, but this was almost 2018 and the year of my ‘switching things up’, right? I liked him, plain and simple. I liked him all the more being as he apparently liked me too. When was the last time that happened?
I promptly proceeded to obsess and overthink the making out in the parking lot at 6:30pm. I knew it was going to be a loooooong night inside my head, so went and met some friends for a late dinner. And proceeded to regale everyone with my story. Ugh, who knows what this man must think of me.
The next morning I was greeted with a ‘Happy New Year’ text from him. Yey, bullet dodged! At least until he texted me a few days later to come over and watch a movie ………………