The Date Part 2:

We were leaving the restaurant.. it was a Monday night with not too many people on the street.  I didn’t know where to go, I asked him for suggestions, as this is the city he lived in, we didn’t want to end the date, it felt like it was just getting started.  He couldn’t think of anything.. here it comes… he suggested his place (edit: after reading this, handsome pants said it sounded bad.. I will say that he was not vulgar about it, he was genuine and meant nothing more than inviting me to his place to enjoy the company of one another in a friendly atmosphere, he is a nice guy.. yes ladies, they exist).  I looked at him, pointed my finger and said.. If I come over.. No funny business!  And I meant it.. We decided to head over to his place, on the way, we grabbed wine and Sangria.  He just made me feel so good and at ease.  I had no problem going with him.  (mom, if you end up reading this.. OOPS.. I’m a grown woman.. don’t worry). 

I got to his house and the first thing I see is the color of his kitchen.. this deep red.. I have a love affair with this color.. my kitchen dishes are my sexy red… they’d go well in this kitchen, my bed colors are hues of red.. but that’s not what I was thinking.. my thoughts were just in awe.. I walk toward the kitchen to help him with the wine and Sangria.  I look to the left down the stairs, near his woodstove,  a POOL TABLE.  Seriously?  Can this guy get any better.. I know it seems silly but seriously.. it’s like all he is just right.  He even mentioned that at some point during the first day.. after he mentioned he was already feeling that click, (he's click, I’m spark) lol he said: “You know that feeling when what ever you say is right no matter the topic? That's the click.”  We were certainly on our way to total clickdom in a mere matter of days,  although in all honestly that moment hit in day one, for both of us.

We sat around listening to this instrumental hip hop station he turned me onto via Pandora… yeah I recommend It for sure.   There I was, drinking sangria for the first time, on a couch of a wonderful soul just enjoying life.  A lot of the night is a blur because I just remember the feeling, I felt happy, we giggled.. and we giggled about sugar cookies, yeah, you know what’s up ;)  I felt at ease and comfortable, I wasn’t worried about, what my hair looked like or if I was a goof, hell, I didn’t even think to look if I had stuff in my teeth!!!  Yeah I probably should care about that last one but the point is.. I was in a different world, I wasn’t sweating the small stuff that myself and most people do on the first date. 

Kissing him was magical, we just fit.. he wanted to keep my bottom lip but I kinda need that, I’d drool otherwise, and that is NOT sexy.  It was about 1, when he started yawning.. I took that as my cue to leave.  I didn’t get to my car until 1:27 because we still wanted to be with each other.  I was leaving and when he walked me to the door, he held me kissed me and I asked him If I’d see him again.  As of late, it seems like I go on a date or two and that’s it, even if we have a great time.  He looked at me funny and said.. of course, why wouldn’t you?  I explained my luck and he said, trust me, we will see each other again.  I did trust him. 

I was driving along and had so many thoughts in my head.. otis, the music, the feeling, the sugar cookies, licorice(my love, his hate), cigars (his love, my hate) and all that other goofy stuff that we laughed about together.  I just had so much on my mind, he was on it all the way home, even as I write this 4 days later and considering all that's happened since, there isn’t much of my day that he hasn’t popped into my mind.  I have that feeling, that spark, the guy who finally gets it… where has he been all these years?