Remember the purse incident? Well who would have thought after that debacle there would be a second date. But there was. Last night, the gentleman in question and I had our second outing. It held great promise. The plan was to attend the preview party of a museum exhibition that's about to open. It was going to be a lovely evening of culture and conversation. But for reasons that are best left unexplained, we decided to skip the party and opted for a quiet evening at Starbucks instead.
So here's how the evening went.
We arrived at Starbucks and placed our order: hot chocolate and cinnamon dolce latte. He paid for the beverages (the barista handed them to us at the register instead of placing them on the counter) and we went to find a table. The weather was really lovely, so we decided to sit outside. As we were walking toward a table, I took a sip of my hot chocolate. Oh no! I taste cinnamon! This isn't my drink, it's his! So I had to tell him that our drinks were switched and ask if he wanted to trade drinks or if it bothered him that I drank out of his cup. Geez. Not the best way to start the date. Fortunately, it didn't bother him and we were able to both laugh at the mix-up.
Conversation was really great. Topics covered include: Christian maturity; travel experiences; pornography; discipleship; touching each other; and plans for date #3. Not necessarily in that order. Quite the list, isn't it?
We chatted for a few hours and then he drove me back home. We got out of the car. He didn't try for the kiss this time, although there was lots of touching and several prolonged hugs...and that's when it happened. He made me cry.
That's right. The second date ended with me crying. Fantastic. Again, it's not the whole story, but I'm not making any of it up. Those things really happened and the ending is completely true. Like I said, I'm doomed.
7 comments:
Ok, I've never daydreamed about doing that :P But hey, he might as well get to know every aspect of you. Sure, good first impressions are great but take it from someone incapable of making a good first impression, you can always do what I do and fall back on the "Well, he might as well like me just the way I am (weird)"
Congrats on the second date...I don't have many of those! I'm curious about the tears, though.
you are not doomed, you are darling! i cried with you reading about it... my heart just leaps within me thinking about it.
about the touching, did you talk about that or was it happening while you talked?!
& my favorite part was that you included "the barista handed us our drinks from the register..." in the narrative! You are amazing.
i wish you would just come over so that i could see you, i miss you.
For all those who are getting excited about my "dates" I would like to remind you that I am not telling the full story. I'm not making any of the details up, but there is more going on than meets the eye.
So don't start planning my wedding just yet...
Ok, now I'm really confused. Maybe it's me, it is very possible that I'm a moron, but I can't help but wonder what "touching" means. He's not allowed to kiss you without ending up like an extra from one of the Rocky movies, but he can touch you?
Then this led to crying?
As a newbie, I apologize for my stupidity, I promise to try to catch up, but I am confused (again, perhaps that's just lack of intellect).
listen! if this is a woman, i am going to be really upset.
All will be revealed...soon.
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