Mark3: Post-Date(s) Commentary -- at last

First of all, I'm about six days late with this one. Some of you have pointed that out, so my apologies -- but I appreciate you keeping me on my toes! I've had a very introspective week with regard to relationships which has resulted in me stalling on this post, but I'm not getting into that now. This one is all about Mark3. 

You might have noticed the pluralized “Date(s)” up top. You are, in fact, reading correctly. There have been two dates with Mark3 in the past week – and on top of that, two additional meetings that fall into more of a gray area (I’ll explain later). 

This is not like me at all – I’m not one to spend much time with any one person and certainly not a person I’ve just met, but I’ve gotta say, hanging out with Mark3 is just…easy. It seems like we are similar enough to find a lot of common ground, but we are different enough to find one another very intriguing. And -- there is chemistry. No question.

So going back to last Thursday night: he took me out to a cute little restaurant – great wine, great meal, great conversation, and afterward, we went to cool little bar and hung out.

Throughout the night, I’m pleased to report that there was no obnoxious touchy-feely stuff from him…but he wasn’t a stiff either. Every once in a while he’d touch my hand or maybe grace my knee or thigh while we sat at the bar. Good signs.

We ended up closing down the bar. He'd left his car near my place, so we walked back and - yes - I invited him in.

We did the quick house tour and then retired to the couch and – no lie – talked for two more hours. This time though, he sat like three feet away from me on the sofa. Never made a move. I think I just kept talking because I was waiting for him to do something. But nothing. Finally, we realized it'd gotten really late. Time for him to go. We inched our way to the door, and still nothing. WTF? At this point it occurred to me: even if he’s not into me, it’s 3:45 am and he's alone with a chick that he's at least just a little bit attracted to. He’s gonna try to get some kind of action, right? Maybe he’s nervous. Fine, whatever, if he’s nervous, I’ll help him out. So…I kissed him. It was nice – better than nice, although, as I’m thinking about it now, I’m a little embarrassed. I feel like I totally assaulted him.
 

Anyway, I would find out later that he thought I seemed standoffish at the end of our first date and I apparently made him feel like an ass for trying to kiss me then (I’m very talented at that sometimes). He wasn’t going to be the initiator the second time. Makes sense.

So – to sum it up, the guy with the kitty-eating-dog is pretty cool. Faith in dating renewed -- for more than a minute. Maybe I should renew it a little more.