I'm sure all three of you are breathlessly awaiting an update on THE DATE

So, I'm trying to write this with A LOT of kitty help, but whatever. (they are crawling all over my shoulders and attacking my hair, love it!) Anyway, he did in fact come over yesterday. He was a little late, but not to worry, he texted me to tell me he would be, five minutes before. Does that make any sense? no. he was supposed to be here at 11, so at 5 minutes til 11, he texted me to say that he was getting coffee and would be here in about 10 minutes or so. He is so good about stuff like that. Showing and telling me he will do what he says he will. So he gets here, with pastries, coffee, a newspaper, and champagne "just in case." so damn cute. And then he just talks and asks questions about me and actually listens when I answer. so so nice and refreshing to actually be spending time with someone who is not a selfish bastard. He wanted a tour of my house (which took a total of five minutes as opposed to his house tour which took a good 20 minutes) and just wants to know all about me. AND, he answers, very truthfully, any questions i ask about him.

I'm sure you're all dying to know what happened next. well, i would tell you, but it might turn this blog into a XXX thing. let's just say that, yes, i gave in. if i wanted to rationalize, i would say that the average date lasts about three hours, so technically, our first date encompassed two dates, and our second neatly fit into the third date timeline, but it doesn't matter. I haven't been with someone who makes my stomach feel like it might jump straight outta my mouth when he kisses me in a long time, and i went with it. i did put up a bit of a fight, but he put me at ease. terms like "have faith" and "don't worry, i'll be back" and of course the ever popular "i like your curves" were used, and i gave in. it was a war inside me, which i told him about. i stood up in the middle of our little make out session, and said my body was at war between my inner slut and my innner good girl. you know what he did? i was standing up when i said that, in my fighter pose i guess, and he just grabbed me by the hips, pulled me towards him, and said "release the inner slut, jessi" and i did. so smack me, it was great. this man hasn't been with anyone besides his ex-wife in 14 years. he was so nervous, but at the same time, so good. god, i'm just in big trouble.

of course, i was nervous as fuck about eight hours afterwards, thinking i wouldn't hear from him and that i made a bad bad decision. i had to leave my restaurant, go to my car, and check my phone. no text. shit shit shit. oh shit, i totally fucked it all up. i went to bed not happy.

but, ALAS, when i got up this morning, literally tip toeing up to my phone, THERE WAS A MESSAGE. and it was sweet and cute (saying he had SUCH a good sunday, did I? so cute!!) and now i'm just happy. i don't know when we'll be able to get together again, because our schedules are just completely ridiculous, but i think, I THINK, i might have actually bagged a genuinely nice, grown up, mature, respectful, kinda dirty (in the best possible way) MAN. wow.

just wow.