The Dateable Dork

Ah, first dates.  Is there anything better than a great first date?  I have been all smiles all day, happily floating along through my daily routine, daydreaming and laughing and being a big pile of mush, completely useless at work and completely nauseating to my coworkers.  Don’t you just love that feeling?  : )

The night was just really fun, plain and simple.  Everything went smoothly.  We got along really well.  It is almost surprising how seamlessly everything blended together.  I met him in front of the restaurant, and I liked him immediately.  He was cute and clean-cut and flashed me a big smile when we met.  Very nice.  We had a few beers and chatted for a few hours, telling random stories back and forth.  I leaned in, he leaned in, I “accidentally” brushed my knee up against his under the table.  He picked up the check less than 5 seconds after it hit the table without even breaking the conversation or letting me see the total or his credit card.  As I’ve mentioned before, this is the right way to pick up a check on a date.  Of course, I offered to split it (as I always do), but he wouldn’t have any of that.  He suggested that we check out a bar around the corner.  I took it as a good sign that he wanted to hang out for a bit more. 

Oh, and he wore the appropriate male date outfit: jeans and a dress shirt with a little gel in his hair.  Guys, I’m telling you, this is the standard date outfit that girls expect.  This guy was all over it.  Nice.

We head into the bar and find an old-timey bartender and a random old guy at the counter – and that’s it.  So much for the bar crowd on a Monday night!  We spend the next hour chatting with the bartender and the old guy (and another old guy that came in later), trading dirty jokes and – believe it or not – magic tricks.  It was hilarious.  We were cracking up the entire time – half laughing with them, half laughing at them.  About halfway through, we start holding hands under the counter – so cute – and later I planted my hand on his knee.  Later on, our legs were permanently brushed up against each other, and I started purposefully leaning in as I laughed at whatever the old-timey guys were saying.  He started leaning in as well, and it was so cool to see that he seemed to be into me just as much as I was into him.  Killer.

When we left, he gave me his arm and I took it, and we walked down the street a bit.  As we said goodnight, we leaned in simultaneously and kissed – just a short little kiss, but cute nonetheless.  Open mouth, no tongue.  Short and sweet.  He suggested hanging out again this weekend, and I agreed.  And that was that.

Such a fun night, right?  It was nice to actually feel a good connection with someone, and it was really nice to plant my lips on a cute male specimen again.  Looking forward to round 2.  : )

Edited to add: We have been texting back and forth tonight and just traded “: )”.   Oh, the cuteness!!!