The Dateable Dork

So… I kinda sorta had a very cute little date with New Year’s Lips last night.  *blushes*  : )

Here’s the thing, my dears: after last night, I actually think that there *might* be a chance of starting things back up with him again.  I’m not saying it’s going to happen, but I AM saying that I felt like things went from that casual-what-are-we-doing phase to more of a I’m-actually-interested-in-seeing-where-this-goes phase.  It was a much-needed breath of fresh air, considering the atrocious track record I’ve had with dating in the last year or so.  The night ended with a big smile on my face and a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.  Aww, how schmoopy.

Here’s how it went down: I got stuck late at the office last night (geez, of all the random Tuesday nights to get stuck working late, it HAD to be this one, right?), so our “big” plans got canceled, and we decided to just have a low-key night at his place.  He ordered some Thai take-out for dinner which arrived exactly five minutes after I got to his place – perfect timing.  We crashed on his couch, chatted, and scarfed down our food (mmmm… noodles with shrimp and peanut sauce), and then just kind of vegged out before heading out to catch a movie.  The conversation during dinner was great, and it was cute to be somewhat horizontal on the couch with him.  I had missed that.

We went to see “Extract” with Jason Bateman – dudes, have you seen this movie?  If not, please stop reading this post and go out and see it right now.  I’ll wait.  Seriously.  It was super funny, but not in a stupid slapstick way – more satire than stupidity, if that makes any sense.  I was cracking up the entire time.

Back at his place, we crashed on the couch again, and there was more chatting and flirting and arm touching and brushing-up-against-his-leg and all that good stuff.  Eventually he grabs my hand, pulls me in, and we start making out on the couch.  DUDES, it was so fucking nice.  It was soft and cute and he kept smiling at me and giving me these cute little looks.  He told me how much he loves my lips… and then I proceeded to have a heart attack from the cuteness of it all.  My shirt came off, and then his, but when we were horizontal and the couch and he started taking off my jeans, I knew the time had come for the super-duper-awkward STD conversation.  Which of course totally killed the mood.

Without repeating the entire conversation, I asked him if he ever got himself checked out, and I told him that based on the timing and everything I’d learned about my condition, I was fairly certain that I’d gotten it from him.  I tried to be careful not to accuse him or be rude about it, but it needed to be said.  He told me that he did, indeed, get checked out right after I had called him with the news last summer, and he came out all clear.  And he’s been tested again since then – still all clear.  And no one else that he’d been with had reported an issue either before or since we had dated last year.  Hmm.  I essentially told him that I wasn’t sure if I believed him (even though I was 99.9% sure he was being honest), but what else could I really say?  I wrapped up by saying that regardless of where I got it, I absolutely refused to go through all that medical drama again.

Then – brace yourselves, my dears – he said that he would be willing to get tested AGAIN before we did anything.  I was fairly shocked to hear him say that (mostly because I didn’t think he gave a shit, but maybe he does?), and I agreed that it would make me feel better.  (And of course, I would be willing to get tested again too.)  The entire conversation was EXTREMELY awkward and uncomfortable, but I was proud of myself for initiating the very-necessary conversation in the first place and for sticking up for myself and my health.

Afterward, we got dressed (yes, we had the whole conversation half-naked, haha), and attempted to salvage the night with a proper goodbye.  He said that he definitely wanted to hang out again (holy crap – he’s not running away!), and we had a very cute and very non-awkward kiss goodnight, complete with hands running through each other’s hair and a big hug.  I walked out, completely in shock that things didn’t blow up in my face, and excited to see him again.

So there you have it.  I am fairly amazed, somewhat confused, extremely embarrassed, but very smiley and happy.  Whatever that means.  If you exclude the STD conversation, it was the perfect date night.  If you include the STD conversation, it was amazing in the sense that we both seemed to come out of it in fairly good shape, all things considered.  I am… speechless.

Haha, ok, not really – I just wrote this entire post.  BUT, I guess I’m still very curious to see where this goes, and after last night, I’m a little more hopeful and a little more confident.  Yes, we broke up last year, and yes, there’s the STD issue… but honestly, I genuinely believe that NYL is a stand-up guy, and I’m having fun with him.  So say what you will – I’m forging ahead on this one.

The fact that he’s a hottie and stuck his tongue down my throat has absolutely nothing to do with it, I swear.  : )

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P.S. – I’m headed out on a mini-vacation tomorrow and will be away from the blog until early next week.  Hold down the fort while I’m gone, will ya?