There are so many things I can say about my date on Saturday. So many. Here’s the 6 word version: Liked him enough to be myself.
Fast forward a couple/few hours into the date. We’d left the bar we met at to go to his favorite restaurant (one of the best meals I’ve had in ages, btw). And it was all very easy and good. Lots of PDA (I’m sure we made many people uncomfortable).
And then it hit me, a bit like a smack in the face, that he’s probably the first man I’ve met in the past year who I was sure would be cool with the blog. That I could tell him about it and give him the site name and address and that he’d smile and be fine with it. Have a sense of humor and perspective about it. Be able to read about me with other guys and not get all territorial and insecure.
And, that there was really no point in waiting a few dates or months to tell him (which has always been my tentative game plan – meet a guy, like him enough to get into a relationship, then tell him). That waiting even until the second date was silly. Because he was going to be cool with it. And, in fact, not telling him right away would have been the wrong thing to do. Because he’s such a totally open and accepting person.
So I did it. I told him about it. And he did smile and laugh. And we talked a little bit about it over dinner. And then we dropped it. Because, really, it’s not that important. This blog isn’t me. It’s just something I do.
Anyway, enough about the blog. The date ended very well. It almost didn’t end that night. He made it very clear (asking twice) that he wanted me to go back to his place -> for drinks. And I made it very clear that I liked him too much to do that. That it’s been my experience that sex on the first date usually equals not too many dates afterwards. And that as much as I really wanted to go back to his place (and I really did) that I was hoping we could get to know each other better, over time.
He said all the right things about definitely wanting to see me again. And we made tentative plans for Wednesday night, then exchanged texts/emails on Sunday.
Hmm. I wonder what I should call him, here? Maybe Mr. Knows?
Tags: blog, first date, PDA