Last Friday, I had a date with a boy I will, for now, refer to as “26”.
(Not for any reason other than that those are the numbers corresponding with his initials on my Qwerty pad)
We first met one month ago at the temporary job I just got fired from, he trained me to replace him (but forgot to leave me his facial hair and physique). Upon meeting, I didn’t feel an instant swoon or anything, but within a few hours in his company, I have to admit, I began to develop a bit of a crush. He’s young, he’s charming, he’s cultured, he’s witty and fun, he has interesting hobbies and talents, he’s educated and active, he’s handsome…what’s not to like? There were only 3 days to spend together, as he was in his last week there, but by the 3rd day, I was picturing myself being his girlfriend.
Funny, I haven’t had a crush on someone like this in a very long time. And this one has actually got his sh!t together!
He cleverly exchanged numbers with me and casually suggested that we do something sometime soon. I didn’t make anything of his request, as I have had people throw this casual suggestion out at many occasions just in the heart of being sociable or polite. But by the 3rd time he insisted on it, I began to believe him.
Now, as I mentioned, this guy has his sh!t together, and part of that sh!t is that he has recently been accepted into a very prestigious medical school here in town. I understand that he has a lot of work to do in order to keep up with his program, so I didn’t really expect us to be doing anything together anytime soon.
Somewhat unexpectedly though, the “stranger” recently decided that his sexual tension has built up far enough and that he can no longer handle the responsibility of doing the good deed of offering to share his home with me and has asked me to be out within a week. This could almost not come soon enough, as I have been looking into other housing options for a few weeks now on account of his constant sexual harassment, though almost too soon it did in fact come, because he only gave me one week notice! As I announced on my social network, my sudden plans to be leaving the area, I get a response from “26” insisting that we do go out and do something before I leave in a week. *kinda swoon*
So, like a real man, “26” followed through and pursued the plan. He communicated in advance, he made a plan, he called the day of to confirm, he was incredibly punctual in picking me up, and he had picked out some somewhat perfect spots to take me to and I had a perfect time. The evening was great being in his company, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly, the chemistry was so comfortable… It was as though we were already dating. . .
But just as I got the warm and fuzzy feeling of being in an awesome relationship with this man, I also had the disappointing realization that I would most likely be leaving the state soon, at least for the summer, and that a relationship with “26” would probably not be realistic.
Nonetheless, I allowed myself to enjoy the evening and even found that come closing time, I did not want the night to end. Obviously, “26” was thinking the same, because as he walked me back to the car he charmingly offered me the option of opening a bottle of wine back at his place. I accepted!
Normally, I would never accept an invitation back to a man’s home on a first (or third) date, but sometimes, when the chemistry is right, you just know it’s the right thing to do.
We arrived at his place just after 2am and after being introduced to the dog, I made myself comfortable on the couch and he poured the wine…. We talked a little more, mostly about the charming decor of his apartment, then decided (based upon a movie poster in his livingroom) to watch the old classic movie Swingers. At this point he cuddled comfortably on the couch beside me, which must have been a little too comfortable for us both, because next thing we knew it was morning!
Overall I’d say the date was nearly perfect, it is always a little awkward waking up next to a date from the night before (no matter the circumstances), especially when you both have things to do… Regardless, I wish him the best and hope for myself for the best as well, and if all goes well and it is meant for me to be in this town, then maybe we will see each other again.
Relationships In Reality 