Oooohboy I surely did it now...Wednesday night (a week after date # 2 with Sharpshooter), I have my 3rd date with him. We went to get some BBQ and watch the blues. Love it. Good conversation. After we eat, he moves my plates -- it's the cutest thing -- and I move to his side of the table so 1) I can see the band and 2) I can be closer to him. He literaly pulls my chair closer to him (while I am in it) and puts his arm around me. Awwww cute. A few more glasses of wine later and we're kissing. It's nice.
He lives down the street so I drive him home...."Why don't you come in." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." Him: "Well maybe just for a coffee since you've been drinking?" He's right. I go in. Cuute but oppressively small apartment. Decorated like an adult, which is always a nice touch. "Stay with me tonight." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." I think I'm becoming predictable. He offers me PJs and a toothbrush...promises to be a "perfect gentleman." Why do I even stay? Well, duh, he was a good kisser and he kept saying I was beautiful. Okay, he didn't KEEP saying it, but he said it once and I chose to replay it in my mind in place of whatever else was being said. I was so fucking tired that I was like -- fine, sure, Mr gentleman. If "perfect gentleman" is code for reaching into my new jammies until I tell you to stop, then he was spot on.
It was a school night and I hardly slept. No sex. Snoring. It was the snoring that kept me up. I wonder -- can I date someone who makes that much noise? I sure as fuck can't sleep I'll tell you that. We have a Friday date coming this week and I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll need earplugs. Hmmmm...tricky.
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