My second date with CL#4NewJersey occured last night. He picked me up and we went to see Match Point at the E Street Theatre. We got tickets, then went for a couple drinks before the movie. This man just makes me smile. I don’t know what else to say…which of course is the obvious sign that I like him.
During the movie he held my hand. While it felt very natural, I was also bubbling over with excitement. Nothing felt wrong about this. I briefly thought of all the dates I have had over the past six months, since I last came to the E Street theatre with a date, and I can’t think of one who I liked enough to hold his hand. I also can’t think of one date who I would have leaned on and put my head on his arm. It’s one thing to allow a man’s affection into your territory and to accept it no matter your feelings for him. But when you move your affection into his territory, it’s another story. I couldn’t be affectionate with someone I felt nothing for, or only had half-hearted feelings for.
After the movie, we came back up to my neighborhood, parked the car and went to the infamous “Fox and Hounds.” It’s infamous because they give you a glass full of whatever alcohol you ordered, and bring the mixer, in my case it was tonic, in a bottle. You mix the drink yourself. My first drink was filled to the rim with Gin, and there was no way I was getting any of the tonic into that glass. So I had to suck down some Gin to make room for the tonic. By the end of my second glass of Gin, I was drunk. Then we left.
Since his car was double parked in our building’s driveway, I said, “Why don’t you move your car now? I bet you could get a spot easy.” Then he said, “Ma’am, are you inviting me up?” Oops. Velvet is not so subtle. I said, “Yes, but we’re not having sex.” This results him busting out in laughter and he said, “Ok.”
So we go upstairs, and he meets the pups, and then he says, “Do these guys need a walk?” I said, “I should probably do that.” So he said, “I’ll come with you.” Wow. The boy just earned major points. Ahem. Dude I adored never came with me to walk the dogs. (Stttrike!) When we went outside, we bumped into one of my neighbors holding hands with a man I last knew to be her ex-boyfriend. And she sees me and we both had this look on our face like, “Who is that guy you are with?” But we just exchanged all the introductions and left it at that.
Dogs walked, we made it back inside. I put on some Rolling Stones and we sat on the couch. Fooling around commences. This man….he’s just great. I can’t explain it, but he’s just great. By 5 a.m. he was getting ready to leave, and I heard the words, “Why don’t you just stay here?” I had to look around to see who said them, but it was none other than yours truly. Yup. Velvet who hates sharing the bed with anyone but the dogs, invited a man to stay over for sleep purposes only. What. The. Hell.
He stayed. We kept to our non-sex agreement (woo hoo!) and he left this morning. When we were waiting for the elevator, we got so busted by Abby in the hall. I could not stop laughing as I said, “Uh, this is CL#4NewJersey…we went out last night. You have so caught me.”
But, I cannot think of another man right now who I would rather be caught with.