Do you trust me?

I know it’s been ages since I was here and that you’re anxious for me to get on with the story. However, I need to post a bit of a warning here. Some of the people who read this are people I look in the eyes, and I would like to continue to do that. So I won’t be going into graphic detail about some things that happened. No, I did not have sex on this date, but I did have the benefits of having had sex.

Now that my readership has tripled based on the above line (ha!), onto the story. I met Dan on OKcupid. Yes, I had given it up back in February, but I decided to get back out there and try again. I’d been on for about a week when I met Dan. He was complimentary, cute, active – everything I was digging. We messaged for a few days, exchanged numbers and texted for a couple of days, then we met.

We met up at Cenote on Cesar Chavez (great place). I got there first, got myself a beer, and went over some things for a move I have coming up. Dan arrived about 15 minutes later.

Now, I had thought he was cute in his pictures, but… Wow. Just wow. I was very happy I had shown up on this date. I do have to make one mention of something quickly. When texting the day before, Dan had asked if it was bad that he kept wondering how I kissed. I laughed, said no, but warned him that I had not kissed anyone since September, and that I might need some practice (yes, I did know exactly what I was doing).

So he came up to me, gave me THE most amazing hug, told me how beautiful I looked (something he would repeat throughout the night) and sat down. We chatted, we’re having a great time. He bought a round, and we played Q&A back and forth, which is my favorite game. At one point though, he said, “I’ve been meaning to do something.” With that, he reached across the table, took the back of my head in his hand, and kissed me.

This is maybe the most incredible first kiss I’ve ever had. It was sweet and tender, but there was a strength behind it… Just amazing. We kissed for maybe 30 seconds, then broke off. “Okay, you just exceeded every expectation I had.” I asked if that was in a good way. “Oh yeah, definitely.”

We moved over to this cute little couch, and continued Q&A while kissing intermittently. Let me just say, at this point, we’re into the second hour of this date – don’t think this all happened in 15 minutes. Well, they started closing the place down, but neither of us was ready to go. “Hey, they have those picnic tables outside, and it’s cooled off. Why don’t we sit out there.” He agreed, we moved.

So here’s where we get a bit wild. Our kissing had gone progressively into making out, and it was getting more aggressive on both of our ends. An hour or so after we went outside, we were both straddling the bench, facing each other. We had just been kissing, and he had his hands on my knees. He said, “I have four questions in a row for you.” I laughed, and said okay.

“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” He moved his hands up to mid thighs.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” He moved his hands to my hips.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” He moved one hand between my legs.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”

Yes, I am going to pull a Seinfeld here, and yadda-yadda-yadda over the best part, but wow. It was amazing and… Wow. Now, let me just qualify, it was after midnight, the place was closed, there was no one around. I wasn’t traumatizing children or anything. But I have never done anything like that on a first date, in a public place. It was electric.

After that, we went back to our talking, making out, talking, making out pattern for another hour. Summoning every ounce of will power I possess, I did not ask him to come home with me. He walked me to my car, we kissed, we said goodnight.

And yes – I did hear from him the next day, and we are getting together again. That article may end up being nothing but yadda-yadda-yadda.

– Finch

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Quick Thought: Definition of Insanity

Doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results. Like calling Ex. Sure, the last couple of times that we talked we had some nice conversations. But the last three times I’ve called, he has not returned my calls, texted me to say “Hey, I’m busy right now. I’ll hit you up later,” or even emailed to tell me to F-off. So why do I keep calling? Loneliness, euphoric recall, utter insanity? I think any if those will work for me excuse.

Don’t do stupid things. It’s not just a clever name – they really are stupid.

– Finch