More than an hour later I was up against the car and we were still kissing…
It was a mostly sunny Tuesday afternoon. I was on my laptop (at work) checking out Hotjobs and CareerBuilder when I received a new e-mail. “XXXXXXXXX” has sent you a message”.
I haven’t been back online dating for very long and I already pretty much stopped looking for women because quite honestly, the cute ones rarely respond to me. Not to say, “Hi”. Not to say, “No thanks”. Not for jack crap.
That means I’ve been letting the ladies come to me. So far I’ve received what I consider a fairly decent amount of attention—not a lot, but more than a couple. The downside is that generally it’s the “not-so-appealing” ones that come knocking on my cyber-door. As you will soon find out, that’s not always the case. But it generally is.
This past Tuesday afternoon was different in an oh-so-good way. I had that new message, so I logged on to the dating site, clicked on her profile first (so I could be prepared when I read the message) and saw the picture in the center of the page.
“Damn! This chick is cute!” I thought to myself. I read her profile and found it simple, yet somehow very intriguing. She said she was looking for “a partner in crime.” I clicked over to my mail and opened her message.
Great profile!! Love your energy!!
I liked her energy too. And her picture. And what her profile said. Not necessarily in that order. Then again, maybe it was in that order. She quickly sent me a second message telling me, “BTW—I’m a ray of sunshine.”
I felt a moral obligation to befriend her. I mean, if she was looking for a partner in crime then she was obviously planning a crime. And if she was planning a crime wasn’t it pretty much my responsibility to spend some time with her to try and dissuade her from her criminal ways? I figured it was my duty. Plus she was cute.
Fast forward a couple days and I asked if she’d like to get together for a drink and she eagerly accepted. We were to meet at a place called Crazy Jakes in North Tonawanda. It’s near the river and I would find out it had a great patio with a live band.
We were gonna meet at 7:30 and the plan was that I was going to take off around nine as she was meeting colleagues and I had my radio show to do at 10. Around 7:15 I received a text saying that she was playing last minute taxi to her son and a friend and would be there closer to eight. I was bummed that our date was getting cut short, but I was excited to meet her, so I just went with the flow. It was all good.
Jake’s was crowded and right around 7:30 I grabbed two cozy stools at the end of the bar. I planted my ass on one and laid the bouquet of flowers that I brought for her on the other. Pretty romantic, huh? I know how to act around women.
She walked in the door a few minutes after eight and she looked even better than her picture. Her shoulder length raven colored hair was coiffed nicely and her smile absolutely lit up the room. I scored big time. High five for me!!!
We did the traditional first meeting hug and sat down to order drinks. We decided on Coronas and clinked our bottles together before taking our first sips. Yeah. I know. Corona isn’t really on the South Beach plan. Oh well…
We talked and laughed, learning about each other. She didn’t bail on me 20 minutes into the date as The Bookstore Chick did, so I figured that was a good sign. She kept smiling and staring into my eyes. I was checking her eyes out too and I am not at all ashamed to admit that I was also looking south of her eyes. No. Not the mouth. Nor the chin. Go south about a half block. Yeah. Right there.
The truth is that with her, the whole package was pretty nice and she commented a few times on how handsome I am. I was kind of flattered and I didn’t feel like it was polite to tell her to stop complimenting me. So it continued.
I looked at my watch, noticed that it was a couple minutes past nine and mentioned that I was having a great time but that I should get going so that she could get to her friends. She instinctively grabbed my hand for a moment and said that she wanted me to stay a bit longer if I could.
“If I could?” I absolutely could. The radio studio is in California. I was doing my part via phone. As long as I was in a quiet place at 10 I could do my thing. Plus, Wes The Sports Guy (my co-host) had Skinny Kenny coming into the studio to join in. If I was a few minutes late I wouldn’t leave Wes hanging by himself.
Long story short, we kept talking and flirting and at one point I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back and we smooched a few more times in the bar. I looked at my watch and OMG it was 12:32 AM! The radio show had been over for 2 minutes and I had missed the whole thing. I was having a ton of fun.
We decided that it was time to go, paid the tab and I walked her to her car. More than an hour later I was up against the car and we were still kissing. It was crazy. It was fun. It was teenage-like.
It’s kind of my fault that we were kissing. You see, in my profile I mentioned that I’ve been told I’m a good kisser and that I think kissing is a lost art. The Nurse was simply doing her due diligence to make sure that I was being honest and forthcoming in my profile. I commend her for doing the research.
We said our final goodbye and headed our respective ways. We made plans to see each other on Sunday afternoon for a bit and to see where things go from here…