At the risk of losing it. At the risk of looking foolish when he finds out my age and lets it become an issue (Pfft! Like I haven't been doing the same thing?). At the risk of losing all that I know and love about my dating sport and this very blog. At the risk of all that..... I think I like this guy.
I've liked guys before, so in theory I should know how this works. But seriously, to be back where I left off? Why do I keep doing this? Is it normal? Soleil and normal should perhaps be left to different sentences. Not following? Well, I mean if this guy is 23- (and he alludes to that) it seems that I am always picking up from where I left off. If we look at the two major relationships of my life, the first which ended at the age of 23, After much messing around (not as much as this time around I must admit) I reverted back to guys that were in their early twenties, ignoring my own age. I dumped the second major relationship before he got into his late twenties. Clearly I don't know what late twenties is like in a long term relationship. I wonder if I'll ever know? You see, dating younger men seems to be something I now do. Perhaps I am better suited to them... or perhaps I just don't grow up. Maybe neither. But..... It just seems that when I want a guy for the purposes of conversation, fun and possibly a relationship, I get along better with the younger crowd. So, I'm going to let this issue go. I'm going to embrace my inner cougar. Fuck it.
I thought the second date went well. But I could be wrong. Conversation started to get easier which was nice..... but there was still no kiss. Is something amiss here? It's not like we haven't kissed before. We kissed LOADS on the night we met. So- is there a problem? Is he still sussing things out? Am I over-analysing? Of course.
Firstly, we met up at Chadstone for a bite to eat and a movie. We decided to share a pizza but it was the tiniest pizza you have ever seen! 6 tiny slices. I thought $15 pizzas were massive. I was wrong. It was not cool. I think the poor guy must be starving right about now! And then he started talking about how people can overdo pizza toppings. I disagree! I LOVE shitloads of topping! Back from the mundane.... The movie we saw was Kick Ass. I enjoyed the little girl in it. She was refreshing. She made the movie. I recommend it. Anyway, I wasn't done with him yet so we got another drink. This was where the conversation started to get less awkward and nervy. He was nervy. He was fiddling with his ticket stubs in the movie. This means one of two things: 1) He likes to fiddle. 2) He was nervous. I pick this option. I'm convinced by the stilted conversation on the first date that he was nervous then too and there was a second date, so the nerves CAN'T be something to worry about. It's a little endearing when it's a guy you are into rather than a guy who writes you a massive love message on Valentine's Day and wears runners on your date!
Anyway, at my suggestion to grab a drink he seemed to open up- even if he just wanted a bottle of water. The conversation was getting less stilted. It's true that this guy could have declined on the drink and he didn't, so, in my analysis, I am thinking that the opening up is a very good sign. We then took a detour through the 'back blocks' of Chadstone, the part where the cleaners go, the stinky part with the florescent lighting- which freaks me out because I NEVER LOOK GOOD IN THAT LIGHT! Why did we go this way? Our car park entry was blocked. It was fun anyway and it gave us more of a chance to talk which was nice. He walked me to my car and said that he would see me later. No kiss! What the? Was it the lights? (Don't be stupid, Soleil)
P.S. I didn't like my outfit on this date, but it was the same one that I wore for the token ranga pash earlier in the year, so I thought that rangs might like it. Surely I looked hot to Harry then?!
Uncertainty. This is rare! Until next time.
Soleil xo
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