So this took place about a month ago, and honestly I still look back and get a little pissed, but I still chuckle about the tools that are among norcal...
OK. So I am currently doing the online dating thing. I met a man named Frank. Frank and I had talked for a bit and the conversation was good, so he ended up asking me out for a drink one night after work and I agreed.
We met at a cute and dimly lit wine bar, and the conversation was good. He asked what I wanted to drink, so I told him a glass of red as long as it's not merlot (little bit of a wine snob thanks to my ex). He came back to the table with red wine for me, and a carbonated fruit drink for himself. So I asked, "you didn't want wine?" And he said "No, I just wanted this."
Honestly, I thought it was a little weird but I didn't put two and two together. Now looking back, it's obvious. He doesn't drink...
He then decides to 'fess up to why he doesn't have wine, and he says he used to be an alcoholic, but goes to AA now and goes three times a week. Been sober for over a year and it's been going really well. He then says he understands if I don't want to get involved with him, and I pretty much tell him exactly the truth. That I care that he has it in control, and as long as he keeps going to meetings that I am good on my end. So then he nods and rubs my shoulder, and we move on to a new subject.
So we are talking and blah blah blah good conversation. Flirty talk and flirty eyes. A little bit of touching here and there. All pretty innocent, but it's clear we are attracted to each other. So after talking there for about an hour or so, he asks "want to go to the museum?" And I reply "it's still open?" I knew it was about 10pm, and yet I still decide to ask.
HELLO SARCASTICAL GIRL! WHAT MUSEUM IS OPEN AT 10PM?! Get a damn grip...
He clearly says "No...but we can still go there and walk around. It's beautiful at night." I say "That sounds like a great idea."
So he has an extra helmet for me, and we ride off on his motorcycle. He gives me the three rules a passenger must abide by:
1. Don't EVER put your feet down, until he's parking or tells you to get the eff off the bike.
2. Don't EVER put your hands on the throttle, gas or anything on the handle bars.
3. Turn your head to the side to make it more comfy, and hang on tight but don't kill his ribs.
So of course I agree. HOTNESS! Hot guy on a bike in a leather jacket?! Done and done.
So while I get to ride on his bike / give him a hug, and get a chance to check out his abs without being a creeper, we are having a good time. We drive through the urban city and check out all the hills and streets and see the beauty of an empty city and night with all the lights on. It was truly beautiful.
We get to the museum and walk around the park. Before I know it we are walking around holding hands having a good time, chatting, people watching, and before I know it I am pressed up against a tree and he is making out with me like there's no tomorrow. His body language said it all. He then grabbed my legs, wrapped them around him and I swear if I had given him the green light, he would have had sex with me right there, in the middle of the museum grounds, next to the pond with the swans in it. With probably a drug dealer 10 feet away...
So I remind him I have work early the next morning, and he respectfully lets me go, gives me a kiss, holds my hand while we walk back to his bike, and he gives me a ride to my car. We say goodbye, kiss a little more, and he asks "When can I see you again?" and I reply "When are you going to ask me out again?" (which I have to admit, is the best reply in the world)
He then gives a goofy grin and asks if he can see me tomorrow, and I said I had plans, but that I was free on Friday. He says okay, reserve me that night, and I tell him no problem.
I was very enthusiastic about this date. He was nice, honest, and was an amazing kisser and I am sorry I was a bit sold on the motorcycle hotness of him.
I was impressed until the minute our second date started...
end of part one...
