OMG!
I had the BEST first date experience with Captain of Match!
Let me back up though and just share how the night started.
Remember my things to do list? Massive fail. My hair was great but the manicurist who did my mani/pedi was blind as a bat and took forever to do my nails. Which set off a chain reaction and eventually caused me to be almost 30 minutes late!
I rushed through my beautification process and threw on make up and got dressed. And smudged my nails in the process. So the very thing that made me late was completely a waste of time because I RUINED it!
I threw everything in my car into my trunk. (I’m afraid to open it for fear of it spitting it all back out at me!) And drove like a mad woman to the place.
I looked nice but it wasn’t my ‘A’ game. It was like my ‘B’ game. And I absolutely loathe being in a hurry. So I was frazzled and nervous as hell when I parked. Terrible first impression if your date is already 25 minutes late. (Mind you, he drove an hour and twenty minutes to see me.)
Our plan was to meet at World of Beer. I felt like it was a safe bet because if it went poorly, we would have our drinks and leave. If it went well, we could continue on with dinner in the area.
The moment I walked up to the beer bar, I saw him seated outside and was floored by how handsome he was! He was cuter than his pictures! Dark hair, twinkly brown eyes, clean and neat appearance… not to mention what looked like a nice, hard bod underneath it all. Swoon!!!
I walked up with a big smile, swinging my hips and let my long hair flow freely so that he could really feel my presence as I walked up. We gave each other a big hug hello and then sat down.
Nerves kicked in!
This is where my foot-in-mouth disease commenced. And my clumsiness. And the freaking inability of mine to not talk with my hands at rapid speed (condition exacerbated with nerves).
I couldn’t at first look him in the eyes because I felt like he was staring and that makes me über self conscious. I busied myself with the menu and was just talking nonsense. In which I kicked the wobbly table as I tried to cross my legs. Teeter totter, teeter totter (when is it going to stop?!). When my drink arrived, I spilled it. Twice. He was actually laughing at me at this point. And called me out on my nervousness! (I’m crimson at this point.). But he kept saying he loved it because it put him at ease.
We chatted and had nice steady conversation. Unfortunately, he did ask about my divorce, which I’m really still separated, and expressed dissatisfaction that I was still legally married. He has been divorced for about 5 years now. His wife cheated on him. He seems to be huge on honesty – which I love – since he was obviously very hurt by the infidelity. We quickly changed topics and moved on to other things.
Very soon into the date, he asked if I was interested in dinner later in the evening. (YES! And dessert…my brain and loins screamed!) We finished our beer at WOB and then stopped by a bar at a nearby Italian restaurant to grab a glass of wine. We were sitting pretty close to each other at the bar so that our legs were touching side by side. I was feeling much more comfortable and chill at this point. I wasn’t knocking down anything or tripping. There was lots of music playing and you all know how I love to dance. There was no dancing but I couldn’t stop from feeling like I was in a groove.
We held hands as we walked to the little Cuban restaurant in the area. We had a great dinner and the convo was flirty and fun. After dinner we walked around the town center (over this adorable bridge in which my heels got stuck in… why was I born with no grace?!) back to the bar at the Italian restaurant and had another glass of wine. At this point we were sitting on the stools very closely facing each other. Our legs were practically intertwined and he was playing with my hair and rubbing my arms. (My ovaries were about to burst from damn excitement!)
Finally, sometime after 1 a.m. he walked me back to my car. We were saying our good-byes and all I know is I somehow ended up pressed against my car as he was kissing me. That probably lasted about 15-20 minutes (I was good; all we did was kiss!) and I felt like I was REBORN! Despite feeling disoriented, dazed and high as hell, I somehow managed the drive back home. I should, also, mention that the moment I got in the car, he sent me a text message that said “you’re amazing.”
Cupid, I’ve been struck.
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