Date one did not instantly lead to second date planning, but I knew I'd see the guy again. I did not, however, expect that plan to be another last minute text to hangout. I'd usually have reservations about removing the whole "I'm too busy for an impromptu plan" facade, but I did have a great time on our first date. I also told myself to relax and just see where it goes, which is increasingly difficult in my progressing years.
My definition of a date was surely in contrast to his as I agreed to come over in sweats to watch playoff hockey. I'm an avid sports fan and certainly enjoy catching a game, but the lack of pretension on date two was a bit unsettling. I went for it. This is the new carefree me! Thank goodness my post-college "sweat" attire consists almost exclusively of lululemon; thank the lord for the creation of athleisure wear. On the way, he texted me reminding me that I did not have to be dressed up. Ya think??
When I walked into his apartment, I was reminded of the mention of a roommate so I had to ask if he was home. Now if this isn't a red flag for a man on the other side of his 30's, I don't know what is. But I vowed to keep an open mind. He was, afterall, quite good-looking and a lot of fun so far. He obviously got the casual memo as he donned Abercrombie sweats and a well-worn college sweatshirt. Right. I was instantly transported to my college, post-college years which filled me with nostalgia. If only he offered me a Natty Light leftover from last night's kegger.
At least we could watch sports together...which is what we did. His team was clearly going to lose which I guess prompted him to change the direction of his evening. I can't recall the last time I had a guy just go in for a make-out with no indication of interest, but I guess my presence alone was enough of a go ahead. I'm actually chuckling as I write this because wow, hindsight. He pulled the "come over and lay with me" move circa 2005. Maybe he wanted to rekindle our bar chemistry? I obliged because man-child or not, he still looked as he did and I give some credit for his charisma. We had a proper couch make-out until we heard his roommate coming home. Again, waves of nostalgia flowed over me. I was 25 again! Thankfully, it was getting late and I had my trusty bedtime out. He assured me that it didn't matter if his roommate was around because he'd leave us alone and he's "never home anyway". Why is this even an issue for a 36-year old man??
I left his place convincing myself to not be so dismissive and to give him another chance if he asked. By partaking in the couch session, I had willingly let him believe that I had some sort of feelings for him. It wasn't that I didn't like him. I did. I liked his company and he did keep complimenting me. I also toyed with the telling of the "here's how we met" story in the future which would make for some good conversation. Think about the wedding toasts! Somewhere inside this cold heart lies a hopeless romantic who can be blinded by even the reddest of flags.
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