I had a pretty good second date with The European last week. He was charming and thoughtful and our conversation flowed easily from topic to topic. We shared our dinners, casually tasting each other’s choices (the food was yummy, he chose a good date spot). Towards the end of the meal he apologized for eating so much of my entree (so he gets points for sharing and for realizing that he might have taken too much of mine/apologizing for it) and he was so sweet I wasn’t even mad about it.
He suggested that we go somewhere else, after dinner, for drinks. But I wanted the evening to end relatively early. I needed to be up early the next day and getting home drunk and late wasn’t going to make that any easier (I had quite a bit of wine with dinner). So he did the, let me get you a cab thing. And while we stood and waited for a cab to come he kissed me (note to all of my non city-dwelling readers – when a guy says, “let me get you a cab” and stands there and hails it for you it’s kind of the equivalent of having him walk you to your car).
It was a good kiss. A long kiss but a good kiss. I wouldn’t have thought it long if we were in private. But we were standing out in the street, on a busy avenue. And I was standing in a very odd position (he’s a good foot taller than me). Even still, odd position and all, it was a good kiss.
He texted me moments after I hopped in my cab and we exchanged several texts the next day. He asked me out again for Saturday night, but I had to decline. I had some nasty dental work done on Friday afternoon and was zonked out on painkillers for most of the weekend.
Since Friday he’s texted me several times a day to check in and see how I was feeling. And we have concrete plans to go out again on Wednesday, but he was sure to say something about, “as long as I’m better”. I thought that was thoughtful. He didn’t want me to feel pressured.
So here’s my question. Well, it’s not really a question, it’s more of a thought. He walks like a duck and talks like a duck, so maybe he’s a duck?
You see, I’ve been trying to discipline myself to not leap ahead, to not jump to any conclusions. I know that sometimes when I want a guy to be a good guy, I take the evidence I have and push and pull at it until it says = good guy. I know that my last few disastrous relationships probably would never have happened, if not for this habit.
But with the European, I really feel like he might actually be a good guy. He walks like a good guy and talks like a good guy and pretty much does everything a good guy should. So maybe, just maybe, I can start to think of him that way?
Tags: pain, second date