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.
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