Well, after my last successful date, I figured we ought to try it again. In fact, at the first date I told her that it wasn’t up for debate – that we WOULD go out again.
And we did.
It was the Saturday following the first date. She had been out with a friend of hers on Friday night and they must have gotten a little wild with the drinks because she appeared to be “hurtin’” come date-night. I suggested a couple of places and we settled on a laid-back little place where we could just hang out and talk.
Before we get to the date, I have to explain what I was doing beforehand. Superman had invited me to a corporate function of his wife’s work. It was given a renaissance theme. That was fine but the woman who was doing the announcements had a very screechy voice… AND she was amplified… AND she was yelling.
We ate the obligatory hot dog and hamburger and generally made our presence known – then got the hell out of dodge. I think if it wasn’t for the screeching woman we would have stayed longer.
So as soon as we left there, me and Superman ended up back at his place and sat around and talked. When I left there and headed home, I had been there no longer than a few minutes when she called and said she was ready. You must understand: I’m used to women saying “8:00” and it ends up being “9:30”. She exceeded my expectations.
I get there first (I live closer) and wait for her outside the place. It’s a beautiful night weather-wise and there are two nice benches by the front entrance. I am leaned back, relaxing, when she arrives. Her hair swings gently in the breeze as she fades from darkness into the light of the restaurant. We go in and sit toward the back of the ‘bar’ side of the place.
Again, the talk comes easy and so do the laughs. We talk about more in-depth topics than before. This is probably above a 2nd date conversation but neither of us has a problem with it.
My only issue is the table – doesn’t allow for indiscriminate touching. I’d have to reach way across the table to make any sort of connection with her – thereby making a potentially scary situation for her. Note for next time: sit closer to her.
We basically closed the place down so we left. She looked really tired at the beginning of the night and caught her second wind in the middle, but faded fast as we were leaving.
As we’re walking to our cars I tell her that I made a mistake on our first date. I tell her that I’ve been kicked out of the chivalry club for not walking her to her car. She easily blows it off and we talk for a minute or two more while standing by her car.
I ask her “you want to do this again?” She gives me a sheepish ‘yes’ and tells me that she is going out of business the beginning of next week. We make plans for the Friday after she gets back.
I easily lean in and give her a hug (wow, is her hair soft!) and we say goodnight. Again my heart is swelling as I drive home. No news could wipe the smile off my face. I can’t wait to see her again.
I also feel my own reservations. I’m hesitant that maybe I’m not what she is looking for. She’s quite lovely but I don’t feel intimidated by her looks. Sometimes I feel like I’m dragging her through the paces.
I realize she has a built-in reluctance with her daughter. One of the topics was “at what point do you introduce a child to a relationship”. We guided through it without any inherent expectations that the two of us continue together so I tried to allay her fears and tell her that I understood her issue – having dated a woman with children before. Whatever I said seemed to be the right answer for her and I was happy.
What’s the expectation for the third date? I’m tempted to ask her the ‘heavy’ questions about religion, children and marriage. She seems very easy-going about whatever I’ve thrown at her (softballs, really) and has been very open about her life so far. I hope that continues.
At this point, I’m only dipping my toes in the water but, if it continues in the direction it’s heading, I can see wading waist-high very soon. I’m trying to keep my expectations in check.
And we did.
It was the Saturday following the first date. She had been out with a friend of hers on Friday night and they must have gotten a little wild with the drinks because she appeared to be “hurtin’” come date-night. I suggested a couple of places and we settled on a laid-back little place where we could just hang out and talk.
Before we get to the date, I have to explain what I was doing beforehand. Superman had invited me to a corporate function of his wife’s work. It was given a renaissance theme. That was fine but the woman who was doing the announcements had a very screechy voice… AND she was amplified… AND she was yelling.
We ate the obligatory hot dog and hamburger and generally made our presence known – then got the hell out of dodge. I think if it wasn’t for the screeching woman we would have stayed longer.
So as soon as we left there, me and Superman ended up back at his place and sat around and talked. When I left there and headed home, I had been there no longer than a few minutes when she called and said she was ready. You must understand: I’m used to women saying “8:00” and it ends up being “9:30”. She exceeded my expectations.
I get there first (I live closer) and wait for her outside the place. It’s a beautiful night weather-wise and there are two nice benches by the front entrance. I am leaned back, relaxing, when she arrives. Her hair swings gently in the breeze as she fades from darkness into the light of the restaurant. We go in and sit toward the back of the ‘bar’ side of the place.
Again, the talk comes easy and so do the laughs. We talk about more in-depth topics than before. This is probably above a 2nd date conversation but neither of us has a problem with it.
My only issue is the table – doesn’t allow for indiscriminate touching. I’d have to reach way across the table to make any sort of connection with her – thereby making a potentially scary situation for her. Note for next time: sit closer to her.
We basically closed the place down so we left. She looked really tired at the beginning of the night and caught her second wind in the middle, but faded fast as we were leaving.
As we’re walking to our cars I tell her that I made a mistake on our first date. I tell her that I’ve been kicked out of the chivalry club for not walking her to her car. She easily blows it off and we talk for a minute or two more while standing by her car.
I ask her “you want to do this again?” She gives me a sheepish ‘yes’ and tells me that she is going out of business the beginning of next week. We make plans for the Friday after she gets back.
I easily lean in and give her a hug (wow, is her hair soft!) and we say goodnight. Again my heart is swelling as I drive home. No news could wipe the smile off my face. I can’t wait to see her again.
I also feel my own reservations. I’m hesitant that maybe I’m not what she is looking for. She’s quite lovely but I don’t feel intimidated by her looks. Sometimes I feel like I’m dragging her through the paces.
I realize she has a built-in reluctance with her daughter. One of the topics was “at what point do you introduce a child to a relationship”. We guided through it without any inherent expectations that the two of us continue together so I tried to allay her fears and tell her that I understood her issue – having dated a woman with children before. Whatever I said seemed to be the right answer for her and I was happy.
What’s the expectation for the third date? I’m tempted to ask her the ‘heavy’ questions about religion, children and marriage. She seems very easy-going about whatever I’ve thrown at her (softballs, really) and has been very open about her life so far. I hope that continues.
At this point, I’m only dipping my toes in the water but, if it continues in the direction it’s heading, I can see wading waist-high very soon. I’m trying to keep my expectations in check.