Dinner Dates are Intimate

It's been a week since our first date and I'm just as excited about seeing 3rd date guy. <--little help with a pseudonym here
We choose an intimate BYOB restaurant by my house and I made sure he'd pick me up on his way. I needed to instill these good manners early on or he stands no chance later in the relationship. I actually dressed up in something other than athletic clothes which he was "hoping, but not expecting". Yes, I did the heels and somewhat seductive top. We kissed a comfortable hello and drove the short distance to the restaurant; he had a playlist that hinted at his incredible taste in music. Clapton. Thank you. I brought a really nice chateauneuf du pape that I'd been saving for a special occasion. Potential at true love is as good an occasion as any.
Once again, we had great interactions with the waiter and eased into our first nice date. The waiter asked if we've been here before (I have) and when was the last time. I responded within a month and my date quickly asked, "who did you come here with." I replied, "mom" and the waiter jumped in with, "Who the hell is MOM?" I knew I'd enjoy the rest of the night.
As cheesy as this sounds, I can't recall what he was wearing because we spent most of the time making eye contact. I was curious to see how our food interests align, but was pleasantly surprised to find we're in complete agreement with the appetizers (not everyone loves octopus or foie gras). He also had very nice table manners (not as common as you'd think) and we shared easy conversation and savored the bottle of wine. I toned down my normal banter levels and actually lowered my guard a bit. After two hours of eye gazing, food indulging, and wine drinking, I was certainly hoping we'd get to kiss for real. We left the restaurant and I invited him upstairs. We danced in my kitchen.We had fantastic sexual chemistry as we kissed and we left it at that.  He went home. We kept it very G/PG and I was ok with that.

He told me he was going out of town the following week so we made plans to see each other over the weekend and possibly the next day.

I did meet him and his friend after their long day drinking in Wrigley. He kissed me hello in front of his friend and there were zero moments of awkwardness. I settled into bullshitting with his friend and found the three of us having a great time (or so I assumed, who wouldn't be). We even accompanied his friend on a tinder date (there's a first time for everything), but called it an early night. Yes, there was a sleepover. No, I'm not providing details.

Anyway, we made plans for the following day.