Last week proved to be quite a busy dating week. No complaints from me.
But, the highlight of my week was meeting a Tinder match I made in January that never came to fruition. Sometimes, I think timing is everything.
This Tinder match was everything I always say I am looking for in a man physically: tall, dark, thick hair, super handsome, beautiful eyes and smile, well-educated and handsome (or, did I repeat that, oops!). He is so, so, so much my type.
The physical attributes get me quickly. Every time.
He totally reminds me of Richard Armitage or Gerard Butler. Yum.
You have seen me try to overcome this superficial piece of myself, but I have proven time and time again it’s not in my DNA to do so. I am vain.
So, back in January, when I still was in poor health, I connected with a guy who was visiting my city from Denver. As it happened, we couldn’t meet the week he was here (I was still home on disability) but he would be back in 3 weeks. Surprisingly, we remained in contact over those weeks with innocent chatter about life. Nothing sexual, nothing important, just everyday small-talk every few days or so.
Then he went silent the week he was due to be in my city and I wondered what happened so I reached out to him only to find out he had emergency surgery for an aneurysm! He was pretty severe for some time and I checked in on him a few times, but then conversation just fell off.
I didn’t give it much thought since we had never met and didn’t make any special connection even when we were chatting. I regretted, more than anything, how hot he was and that I didn’t get a chance to meet him in person.
I deleted him from my dating profile and phone and went on my way.
Months pass and I truly never give him thought until I get a text on the dating app from him early last week. “How are you? Still up for meeting?” Turns out he was recently just cleared for travel and back in my city.
I had one free night last week, between my Almost Date guy and Ayden, so if he was free we could work it out. He was and made suggestions of where to go and what to eat. I wasn’t especially keen on eating BBQ for a first date, but he’s from the midwest, so I didn’t question why!
On the way to met him, he text to me tell me he arrived first and would secure a table. Then he sent a text to ask if I liked Sangria. Then another to say he bought a pitcher. I was driving and then parking, so I couldn’t reply to any of these text. By the time I answered, I made the joke that sangria wasn’t my drink of choice, and white sangria isn’t even a real sangria. Of course I told him Prosecco was the only thing I would drink. Sometimes I forget how much content can be lost in a text as I was truly joking.
By the time I arrived to meet him, he was so worried that I would be unhappy, but he could’ t move to order me a drink for fear of losing the prime table he secured on the boat-bar (the largest in the city, very cool). Maybe it’s not so bad to make a guy a little worried about pleasing you on a first date, though it wasn’t my intention.
The bar was so very crowded, I asked him to stand so I could see him and when I looked across the room and saw him stand and wave with the phone to his ear, I almost died…I thought he was gorgeous. Like, really amazingly good-looking. When I say “my type” this guy hit every single aesthetic feature! I gulped a bit because I didn’t do my best in preparing for this date as I just figured it’s a one night thing. I swear, in that moment, I cursed the decision to not look better. I think I saw butterflies circling his head….you know how that goes for me!
The good news is, that I knew he found me as appealing as I found him! Whew! We shared a few butterflies, which is always fun.
We fell into quick laughter which is always a massive turn-on for me. He was outgoing, gregarious, handsome and had the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. We compared our recent near-death experiences and toasted to life and health. He’s from the Midwest and easy-going, gentle and kind.
The sun was setting, the weather was perfect and I was with an amazing man on a date that happened with little to no thought. I was comfortable and at ease immediately with him and that always makes for the best kind of dates.
We stayed on the boat barge until the sun settled and he had chosen a BBQ joint, which I was a little unsure about – but turned out to be one of the most fun first dates I’ve ever had. Did I mention we laughed our way through the evening?
By the time dinner was over and we made our way to the bar to listen to the live band he was telling me he couldn’t wait to come back to see me, but hadn’t made one move towards me the entire evening. At least, not until I stood and sort of wobbled into him (umm, yes, on purpose!) and he caught me in his arms and gave me a lovely first kiss (with no tongue and I still liked it! This proves that the No-tongue kiss requires the right type of mouth kissing!)
Ok, so now I’m a bit intoxicated on him and I make my way to the bathroom. I have a healthy debate with myself that we will NOT be sleeping with him tonight as he is obviously not that type (but fuck, I am!!).
We enjoy our time at the bar listening to country music and realize it’s late. He has a TV spot to film in the morning and I don’t want to be the reason he’s exhausted!
He did stand and come hold me while I was seated at the barstool and we shared several more kisses. By now, I could feel how interested he was and the look in his eyes began to turn a bit more lusty.
Being the Midwestern gentleman he is, he got me a taxi to my parked car and came with me. Kissed me leaning against the fence while waiting for my car to arrive, but never pushed to far. I know one time I dropped my head to his neck and ran my tongue up gently and heard him mumble “oh fuck” under his breath. There was no longer any question in my mind how turned on he was and he kept telling me the next time he was back I was staying with him and he just couldn’t wait to see me again and spend more time with me.
I ended up driving him to his hotel because it was hard to part and both of us were trying to eek out a bit more time. It’s always nice when both parties don’t want the date to end. We kissed more in the car and he offered one very weak “you could stay with me tonight” and I could see how he struggled with this – being a gentleman was important to him and it made me want to be a lady as hard as it was (oh god it was so hard I could see it 10 miles away through his jeans!).
We parted and I headed home. I sent him a thank you text the next morning and we chatted a bit by text.
The good news is I enjoyed him for what it’s worth. He was a great date and if he comes back I will hope he’s a great fuck too. But if not, no harm, no foul.
I think I am really starting to get the hang of this casual-dating-no-attachment thing.
Not that this is really something to be proud of…!
I have heard from him over the past few days and unfortunately he won’t be coming to my city in the next two weeks now. But he does come back at some point … so maybe another time.
Until then, he’s a pleasure to think about.