"Isn't this the best part of breakin' up, finding someone else you can't get enough of? Someone who wants to be with you, too?" -Liz Phair
Date #2 was soooooooo gooooooooood!
(Take a breath....I can't quite believe it myself.)
Oh boy. It was good. I thought about it All Day Long. It was the perfect day.
This boy cooked dinner for me, vegetarian style, and he wasn't weirded out by the fake chicken that we drove to Harris Teeter to seek out. He got brownie points for not using a recipe. We picked up wine. There was a Macintosh Yankee Candle burning. There was even a scary little thunderstorm raging outside. It was romantic without being overdone.
When I left for my date, I told my friend, Lindsay, that I was only going to stay for a couple of hours. I was determined not to be at his house long enough to require me to use his bathroom. No girl likes to draw attention to the fact that she goes pee! That didn't work out as I planned. I arrived at 2:00 and left eight hours later. It felt like I was only there for a few minutes. We were both a little nervous; dating is always so weird and awkward at first. But it was nice that we were at his place because I think that he was more in his element. His man cave was very nice.
Gosh, this guy is so incredibly easy to like. He is shy yet confident, a little good boyish and bad boyish, funny and smart. He opens doors for me. He has two beautiful little girls who he dotes on and has 50/50 custody of. We talked every single day for two weeks, and he never said anything remotely dirty to me. When I brought that up to him, he said that his momma raised him better than that. From what I can see, she did a good job.
Date number three is in three days. I'm already counting down...
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