Well, a date and a “date”. And both were very nice. And unexpected.
The first was my “date”. And when I put date in quotes, I mean sex date or hookup. Sometimes it’s a bit more– but c’mon. We all know what a “date” is. It’s like I’m Pretty Woman, but with no money exchanged.
Anyway, on Saturday evening, after the party was done and I had cleaned up the house, I was exhausted– but restless too. So I jumped on the apps. And lo! There was a guy on with whom I’d had several conversations during my time spent in Iowa. We’ll call him “Nick”.
Nick isn’t exactly local (from my home town) but was visiting frequently for soft ball and also for job interviews. It turns out he is a teacher and recently got hired at my old high school, so he was in town looking for places, etc.
Well, we started chatting again, and before I knew it he was on his way over. Yadda yadda yadda– we had a great time! And no, I don’t mean eating lobster bisque.
I won’t go into the gory details for you, but he was better looking in person than his pics. 6’2″. Shaved head. Auburn beard. Strong jaw. Piercing blue eyes. Great smile. And a fucking NICE guy.
Naturally I was smitten.
And evidently he thought I was pretty okay too, given the nice compliments he paid me during our time together. Our significant amount of time together.
Nick is one of those guys you meet where everything just clicked between us. He’s easygoing, easy to talk to and the sexual chemistry was off the charts. And we had fun. Like FUN fun. A few times. *wink*
And when all was done that night, we decided it was far too late for him to drive back to Iowa City. So he spent the night. And we slept wrapped up together all night. And it was just… easy.
I haven’t had a guy sleep over in… lord knows how long. Mainly because I don’t want the extra time commitment or I know I won’t sleep well. But with Nick I was comfortable doing it.
I did thank him the next morning for not murdering me in my sleep. He said he thought about it, but he was too tired for all the messy cleanup.
The next morning was fun too. Ahem. He had set his alarm early in anticipation of said fun. Then we had coffee and talked and eventually I sent him on his way as I had much to do on Sunday (as did he).
And while realistically nothing will ever come of this, we will at least continue to be friends. And he does get to Minneapolis occasionally. (Besides, did I mention he’s a music teacher??)
The best thing was that he came along at just the right time. After a difficult few months and some ego bruising moments, it was reaffirming to meet someone that shows that yes, there may still be people out there for me.
*** But then there was the date ***
Before I headed down to Iowa for the party, I had started chatting online with a guy from St Paul. He’s someone with whom I’ve also had previous chat experience, and we resurrected our ‘back and forth’. We’ll call him “Mike”.
Mike is also handsome. And nice. Around my age. Not as “sexually forward” as Nick in Iowa, as he’s looking for more (although he’s not opposed to the sexy times). Mike and I talked in the phone while I was in Iowa, and he wanted to meet up and go on a date.
A date? Like a real one?? What’s that??
We set up our date for Monday evening. We met up at a local brewery/restaurant where we could either do just the bar for a drink.or go full-on dinner. We quickly decided on dinner– and had a very lovely time. I mean, dinner and drinks lasted 2.5 hours and we talked about camping and travel and outdoors stuff and biking, etc.
And afterward I walked him to his car and we kissed. And we agreed we should probably meet up again.
We’ll have to see where this one goes, and I’m trying to be optimistic. He’s nice and attractive and we hit it off pretty well. But…
So fresh on the heels of my night with Nick, it just highlighted the differences between the two experiences. Which has left me questioning and confused as to what I’m looking for and what I want.
And wondering if I’m sabotaging myself.
Regardless- I had two lovely times and both have boosted my self-esteem by enormous amounts. And for that I’m thankful.