There is probably only one sincere answer to this question for me: Lobsters, Oysters and Prosecco.
That constitutes the perfect (dating) Sunday.
I woke up in my own bed on Sunday after the night of debauchery with Mario. I had already put it in my head I wasn’t going to hear from him today as he was going to be on a photo shoot. It didn’t fully eliminate the thought that I wanted to hear from him.
I find it rather funny I know this guy is not worth my time, yet I am allowing him to encroach into too many thoughts. I know there is no good that can come of Mario except sex. And that would be fine if I didn’t like him so much.
I made myself a very late breakfast and started to hear from Finn by mid-day. We chatted and he ultimately asked what my day plans were. He knew I had a planned brunch, but was wondering why I hadn’t left yet. I explained that the rain was so miserable that my friend and I decided we didn’t want to bother, plus I did tell him I got home around 6am.
He asked me how he could make my rainy afternoon better.
I smiled (oh, Ann, I’m sure I sent an emoji!) or laughed, but didn’t give an actual reply. I was in my pajamas and on my couch and had no intentions of moving.
Until the text came through:
“How about I pick you up for an early dinner of Lobsters, Oysters and Prosecco?”
You have never seen me move so fast to shower and change! That did it.
He selected the single only place near to my home that served decent oysters as well, he had done his research.
When he arrived and I jumped in the car, he turned on his GPS. He said he actually wanted to take me into the city to his favorite place, but thought I might be too tired. When he showed me his favorite restaurant, I nearly swooned because it’s one of the best oyster restaurants in the city. My energy level rose immediately.
Yes, I know this shows just how spoiled I am, but why not? I had spent most of my weekend with this man, he was obviously interested and wonderful, so why the hell not.
Because you feel like you are using him.
We drove into the city and had one hell of a lazy afternoon dinner. The food is incredible, he ordered perfectly and we shared well. He also cut and served my lobster for me, which is a big deal to me. In other words, sharing a meal with him couldn’t have been any more perfect on that rainy Sunday afternoon. He is such a pleasure, nice to look at, cares for me and considerate…and I’m in heaven food-wise. Nothing could have been better.
The hours slipped by and I needed to get home for the kids to be dropped off. It seems spending hour-after-hour with him all weekend didn’t drain the conversation or the inclination to see one another again.
Finn asks a lot of questions and shows sincere enthusiasm. I actually have to remind myself to ask him questions, so I know this is a sign of my lack of engagement.
Marty asked what is going to be the right temperature for me? I don’t know. Finn is pretty wonderful but the butterflies are not there. He’s neither hot nor cold, just warm and caring. Would it be wrong to enjoy this for a little while with him?
I fell asleep a little bit in the car ride home after another bottle of Prosecco in my already addled blood stream.
When he wrote goodnight to me that evening:
“I loved looking at you gently sleeping in my car on the way back last night. I keep thinking about it. I hadn’t seen your face in full profile up until then. It’s really really adorable and very kissable.”
Every night there is a sweet kiss and every morning a happy little emoji guy.
Finn has since asked me how he can make me that happy again and I replied there was only one other thing that held the same weight…and if he had read my profile closely he would know what it was. I waited a bit for him to go back to my OKC profile, as I knew he would, and sure enough he came back with the little shoe emoji.
Yep, the next perfect date would be shoe shopping.
He made me laugh when he sent me an article about a Chinese man who jumped 7 stories to his death after his girlfriend spent 5 hours shoe shopping and he couldn’t stand it anymore!
Oh, Finn, what am I going to do with you? I really like you, but I have to approach the “jungle book” conversation (have no idea how to do that) before we have sex again and I just don’t know how to get the sparks going between us on my end.