After the boy became handsome, I wanted to talk to him all the time. He was traveling yet again and I offered to pick him up from the airport. My friends were all too curious as to why I was flying a booty call into town because NO ONE gets picked up from the airport. Except my mom. I had to clarify that this guy I was dating was coming back into town and that I was picking him up.
Again, the disbelief. You must really like this guy, they said.
In the four days he was gone, I missed him a ton. I let him interrupt my sleep with drunk dials hoping he'd profess his love. When I picked him up, I brought an arsenal of snacks and he brought me the most amazing bottle of pinot from Oregon. Alright, this kid knows the way to my heart. We had a real thai dinner (I took him to the right part of Chicago for that) and enjoyed each others company alcohol-free. We then went back to my house and continued talking well past midnight.
The next day a friend hosted a BBQ and I extended the invite; he'd be meeting two of my close friends. Fortunately, he took to backyard games like a frat boy takes to beer pong. So much so that this semi-athletic guy kept kicking my ass in every game. No, I'm not competitive. He fit in seamlessly and entertained conversations with guests. We shared some brews while he continued to dominate lawn games and I was secretly proud that he was a ringer. Ha- the little things.
The next day (three days in a row, people), I invited him to a Cubs game with the same friends. First off, he was more than happy to attend a baseball game with three women. That in itself is impressive. On top of that, he insisted on buying all the beers for me and my girlfriends. While on a beer run, I asked my friends for their honest opinion to which they responded with a resounding, "we love him." Yes, you can win over my friends with beer. That plus a gregarious personality and the ability to have fun in any situation. In spite of the cubbies performance, I was having the best time ever. He joked that he liked me better after a beer or two because I became sweeter person. Ha- he probably has a point. We used a friend's connection to get on the field after the game and I think I scored him some bragging rights. I was even more than happy to take photos with him! I'd be hard-pressed to find a picture with any of the guys I've dated in the last 5 years; no one made it near that point.
It was pretty clear that I didn't want to go on a date with anyone else and later that evening, we mutually deleted our dating apps. I can feel myself getting sentimental and losing my edge. While I want to continue this blog, it might get all sappy. I'd love to hear from you. Should I keep writing? And yes, he knows about it.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Monday, July 10, 2017
He Won a Bet and I Pay My Debts
You'd think that I'd be sure of this after that amount of facetime, but I wasn't convinced. I owed him a dinner date in the three days before he traveled and part of me wanted to schedule a first date. Another part of me suggested getting dinner the DAY AFTER date two. Back-to-back dates? I can't recognize myself.
When we met for an early dinner, we did not hold hands. We did, however, agree to not have any drinks today and immediately ordered wine when we were sat. Just a glass. He proved to be a formidable dining companion. Wine aside, he was also great at letting me order while providing some suggestions. You have no idea what kind of dining idiots I've seen out there. He thoroughly entertained me with story after story and practically got me to choke on my wine laughing. Twice. I might have had some feels creeping up.
On the walk back from the restaurant, he didn't hold my hand and I was sad about it. When I grabbed for his, I knew he was winning me over. The day before I was certain I'd break his heart. He asked my plans for the rest of the week and I gave a noncommittal response. Part of me was still guarded.
We did chat the following day and he shared epic high school flashback photos. I'm pretty positive that my 16 year old self would have had the biggest crush on the kid. Besides, he was an all-state soccer goalie and that's pretty much what mattered in high school. So much for him being unathletic. I stayed up past my bedtime to continue our conversation and asked if he was still free the next day.
If you're keeping count, that'd be three dates in a week. A work week to be exact.
He showed up at my house the following day and I couldn't believe how attractive he was. I don't know how I missed him being so handsome the first few times. And when he raved about my favorite pizza place, I knew he had taste too. After dinner, we sat on my couch talking for hours. I stayed up way past my school night bedtime again because being with him felt more important than sleep.
I think I caught the feelings.
When we met for an early dinner, we did not hold hands. We did, however, agree to not have any drinks today and immediately ordered wine when we were sat. Just a glass. He proved to be a formidable dining companion. Wine aside, he was also great at letting me order while providing some suggestions. You have no idea what kind of dining idiots I've seen out there. He thoroughly entertained me with story after story and practically got me to choke on my wine laughing. Twice. I might have had some feels creeping up.
On the walk back from the restaurant, he didn't hold my hand and I was sad about it. When I grabbed for his, I knew he was winning me over. The day before I was certain I'd break his heart. He asked my plans for the rest of the week and I gave a noncommittal response. Part of me was still guarded.
We did chat the following day and he shared epic high school flashback photos. I'm pretty positive that my 16 year old self would have had the biggest crush on the kid. Besides, he was an all-state soccer goalie and that's pretty much what mattered in high school. So much for him being unathletic. I stayed up past my bedtime to continue our conversation and asked if he was still free the next day.
If you're keeping count, that'd be three dates in a week. A work week to be exact.
He showed up at my house the following day and I couldn't believe how attractive he was. I don't know how I missed him being so handsome the first few times. And when he raved about my favorite pizza place, I knew he had taste too. After dinner, we sat on my couch talking for hours. I stayed up way past my school night bedtime again because being with him felt more important than sleep.
I think I caught the feelings.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Don't Call It A Comeback
After the ending of date one, you'd think that I'd be done with the guy, but he left his sunglasses at my house. I see what you did there, sir. I HAD to text him. Luckily, he texted me first.
We continued to message on and off for the duration of the day and I found myself amused by our conversation. I even suggested meeting up for a drink after my earlier plans. He did. He also reminded me that I agreed to a second date. Doesn't this count?
Meanwhile, I tried to schedule a first date with someone, anyone else. Due to my travel schedule, I couldn't work it out and when the guy asked to see me over the weekend, I was obviously free. I suggested a fun! architectural tour because summer in Chicago. He was nice enough to offer getting tickets the morning of so we'd be guaranteed a time slot. (The planner in me smiled). I met him and he mouth kissed me in the street to which I was a bit taken aback. When he tried to hold my hand on the walk, I tolerated it briefly. I kept thinking to myself that I was bound to break his heart.
We enjoyed the boat ride and commiserated about the unremarkable tour guide. He provided his own fun facts that he remembered from a previous tour as I enjoyed his company. We were both famished post-tour so we decided on a patio lunch. He kept asking about my evening plans (I was supposed to meet friends) and I kept responding that I didn't have to go. For whatever reason, I wanted this date to go on.
And it did. After lunch we went to an arcade and made silly bets on games. While I perceived him to be athletically inept, he beat me handedly in arcade basketball and won himself dinner that week. I was nonplussed- wasn't one date in a week enough? Besides, the jury was still out on him. That didn't cause me to go home. We instead went to his terrace to play bags and bullshit. All the truth serum in me and I revealed I only dated guys with graduate degrees. Don't worry, I threw up a little typing that just now. The guys with graduate degrees weren't on this date with me and I thought to myself, maybe I should just say fuck it my checklist. *to the friends who've preached this, you might be right*
Date two lasted for 11 hours. Date one lasted for 6. I mean I at least enjoyed his company.
We continued to message on and off for the duration of the day and I found myself amused by our conversation. I even suggested meeting up for a drink after my earlier plans. He did. He also reminded me that I agreed to a second date. Doesn't this count?
Meanwhile, I tried to schedule a first date with someone, anyone else. Due to my travel schedule, I couldn't work it out and when the guy asked to see me over the weekend, I was obviously free. I suggested a fun! architectural tour because summer in Chicago. He was nice enough to offer getting tickets the morning of so we'd be guaranteed a time slot. (The planner in me smiled). I met him and he mouth kissed me in the street to which I was a bit taken aback. When he tried to hold my hand on the walk, I tolerated it briefly. I kept thinking to myself that I was bound to break his heart.
We enjoyed the boat ride and commiserated about the unremarkable tour guide. He provided his own fun facts that he remembered from a previous tour as I enjoyed his company. We were both famished post-tour so we decided on a patio lunch. He kept asking about my evening plans (I was supposed to meet friends) and I kept responding that I didn't have to go. For whatever reason, I wanted this date to go on.
And it did. After lunch we went to an arcade and made silly bets on games. While I perceived him to be athletically inept, he beat me handedly in arcade basketball and won himself dinner that week. I was nonplussed- wasn't one date in a week enough? Besides, the jury was still out on him. That didn't cause me to go home. We instead went to his terrace to play bags and bullshit. All the truth serum in me and I revealed I only dated guys with graduate degrees. Don't worry, I threw up a little typing that just now. The guys with graduate degrees weren't on this date with me and I thought to myself, maybe I should just say fuck it my checklist. *to the friends who've preached this, you might be right*
Date two lasted for 11 hours. Date one lasted for 6. I mean I at least enjoyed his company.
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