So, I was thinking about and it’s probably time I make the official post about this dude. As per usual, I won’t reveal any names. But you guys already knew that. I kinda wish I had written this directly after the first ten hour date so that it wouldn’t be tainted. Now I don’t have so much of an objective opinion. I promise I’ll do my best though. Just bear with me on this, I know it’s long, but it was 10 hours.
Ok back to 10HDG. We had some pretty interesting conversation via IM prior to the date. I think we chatted about 4 or 5 times. The cool thing that I really appreciated was the discussion of, “If this sucks for you, then you should bail, but be straight forward about it and say it.” I think I may have suggested it to him first, but he agreed that it was a good idea.
I’m going to go out on a tangent here and say, WTF, why aren’t more dudes upfront like that. That’s all I really ever felt that I deserved from the get go. Not saying that I don’t deserve more in the long run, but really dudes, just a little honesty! (As of late, I’m finally getting that much needed dose of honesty.)
Right, so, we went for a walk. I suggested the semi-activity date for a first date. We were bouncing between that and shuffle board or some such. The walk just sounded like a better plan at least to start with. So I brought Diesel, you know, for protection just in case.
We met at Auditorium Shores, and started walking. We didn’t really even go that far, instead we went across the street to Butler park. It’s that new park area on the other side of the Palmer events center. We talked a bunch about just about everything. You know how they say you aren’t supposed to talk about ex’s on the first date, well, we did. It was nice how comfortable he seemed around me and Diesel. Also it was nice how comfortable I felt around him.
So we talked about ex’s, politics, music, and my personal favorite — to do lists. I don’t usually talk about them like an actual to do list, instead I say, “What’s yer story?” or “What’s next?” I say those questions in a purposefully vague way, the same way that a to do list could be interpreted. Like, what’s on your to do list for today, or for the next five years, or even the rest of your life.
All in all, I was having a good time, and I think Diesel was too. That’s a bonus for me. After maybe 2 or 3 hours of talking with a little walking thrown in, he suggested food. I’m thinking in my head, “Awesome, I didn’t mess this up yet.”
We decided on Doña Emilia’s over by the convention center. Food is something I’m always good with, you give me a suggestion of what you want, and I know where to get the best of it’s kind. So that’s good, I’m appearing knowledgeable to him at least a little bit.
Diesel was still with us, and so was my car. So we drop Diesel and my car at my house. And typically, I wouldn’t have agreed to take only one car, so that I could have an out if I needed it, but I felt comfortable, and I just went with it.
Dinner was good, food was alright, conversation was better. I think we got there around 7:45 maybe? Don’t think we left Doña Emilia’s till almost 10. It was nice to have conversation with someone engaging and who has the ability to converse well. Seemed like no topics were really off limits, which is good for me, ’cause you all know I’ll talk about anything, I’m unashamed.
We left because it looked like the staff was trying to close the place. (BTW, he paid for dinner, thanks 10HDG.) We were still talking when we were leaving though. So we decided just to start walking. We were down town and decided to walk towards action. This was a Sunday night, so there was not a whole lot of stuff going on. At this point I’m beginning to realize that with 10HDG shenanigans are going to ensue. I think we were talked to by two homeless dudes. I guess they could see that we are those people who will just talk to anyone. (Alright, here comes yet another side note: I have this thing. I don’t often give homeless people money, but I feel like ignoring them is way worse than just saying no. At this point I’m not exactly sure he feels the same way, but his actions suggest this.)
We end up over on 6th street, and I suggest shuffleboard. So we’re walking to Buffalo Billiards, then he says something about a movie. At this point I’m pretty much up for anything. So we ended up seeing the JCVD movie. And we were those people, you know the ones you hate that talk through the entire movie, er, at least that’s how I feel like it went down.
The movie was fun, a little depressing, and not the typical action flick you’d expect, decently written. While the opening trailers and alamo stuff is rolling, I sent a text to Jen and Kleen saying that he’d kidnapped me and demanded 42 virgins and a milkshake, we were at a movie, I’d txt them later on.
After the movie we did actually end up going to Buffalo Billiards to play shuffle board. We both had a few more beers there, not enough to be drunk, but enough to be a little more touchy/feely (or at least I was). I lost 2 games to 1. (I want a rematch still.) Eventually we left 6th street. Getting back in his car was the first time I noticed it, he opened the car door for me. I automatically reach over to open the drivers side door for him. He started laughing. I thought that exchange was v. cute.
He drops me off at my house, and we end up sitting in my drive way listening to and talking about music for another hour and a half. During this conversation (now it’s about 2 something) I get a message from Jen, asking if everything was ok, if he had tried to eat my face yet. So I responded with a: yeah everything was ok, was still out with him, and would call tomorrow.
Finally around 3:30ish I tell him I hafta go. So he walks me to my door gives me a good hug and begins to walk away. I tell him to come back, and just lay one on him. Yep, I’m that girl. I get what I want, because I’m totally willing to go for it.
So, that’s the first story of 10DG. I don’t want to be presumptious, but I have a good feeling about this, that many more shenanigans will follow. I’ll keep you guys updates (prolly with a little bit of a time lapse though).
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