So I’ve had two more dates with the guy from Sunday. I’m still working up a good nickname for him. I certainly don’t want to pick something too obvious and blow his anonymity, but I’m having a hard time coming up with something. Strange, no?
It was easy to come up with a nickname for the Single Dad because he was a single dad… Same thing for the Nice Guy. The things I’d pick to call this guy are almost too specific and I’d worry about blowing his cover, so to speak, without having his permission to really talk about him on this blog.
I though about calling him Music Man, but I don’t want you all to conjur up mental images of a Dick Van Dyke look alike. He’s a very talented, classically-trained career musician type. Not some song and dance guy. He’s also not just a musician. Ugh! /faceslap
What a predicament to be dating a dynamic, multi-talented man!
So, ugh. I’m at an impasse. But whatever. You all know who I’m talking about now, right? The guy that I went out with on Sunday? The date that just made me so happy in my heart that I drove right past my house…? You with me?
That guy.
[commence swoon]
I really like him. Monday night I went over to his place. He offered to go to the video store, but he had a whole drawer full of movies so I told him I would just pick from his stash. I picked Young Frankenstein, of course, lol. But it was very cute… Adorable even. We started out sitting next to each other on the couch and ended up totally snuggling. 
We were hungry afterward, but it was already late and there’s not a lot open near his house, so we went and got Taco Bell (I’m always going to love Taco Bell, by the way. It is just SO.DAMN.GOOD. Don’t hate! Mmm Gorditas — I do feel conflicted about eating something that translates to “little fat lady taco”, but whatever). We came back to his house and the fireworks started — making out like we were in high school!
Let me tell you this — making out with this man is damn near englightening. I’m no prude, but I’m also not a slut either… I’m a deeply monagomous person and a very physically affectionate person. I usually find myself in relationships with men who aren’t as affectionate as me and I have to mentally stop myself from wanting to touch them. It’s stupid. But this guy… Woah. It’s like, I’ve met my match. It’s electric and just like, “I want to be as close as I can possibly be to you right now.”
And it’s not just one of those in-private affectionate sort of things…
For example, last night, I saw him again. He’s leaving town this weekend for Father’s Day (don’t forget your dads, folks!) and about the only time we had to squeeze in seeing each other again before he left town was last night. Anyway, I didn’t get to his house until about 9pm and we immediately left to get ice cream. We’re standing in the grocery store check out line and some part of our bodies are touching — not in a “Good lord, get a room!” kind of way, either. Just like… subtle and sweet.
It’s grounding to touch someone that you feel a connection with. It just makes you feel safe, right?
Anyway, suffice it to say, this is a beautiful start so far. I really like this man and will really actually miss him this weekend while he’s gone.
As always, I’ll keep you up to date.
