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THAT's how to do it

 Last nights date was pretty damn near perfect.

He was on time, he met me in the parking lot, nice hug hello.  He looks just like what i thought he would look like.  Handsome, taller than i am, slim build, and stylin.  He has great style....

We talked non-stop about everything, a nice back and forth.  He asked questions and answered mine.  We didn't agree on everything but that made it even better.

We closed the restaurant, and only left because we aren't assholes.

So we stood talking in the parking lot, continuing the good vibes.

Finally, i said i should go- and then the KISS.  gooooooood lord.  An outstanding kisser.   Literally, standing in an empty parking lot....ME....the one who hates kissing in public. 

And i enjoyed every minute of it.  Very much.

He did the thing.  Got out of his car, tapped on my window, and gave me another outstanding kiss when i rolled it down.

See.......that works for me.  It means i'm not alone in my enjoyment.


Could it have turned into more?  Moved back to his hotel?  Possibly.  But to be honest, i didn't want it to only because i actually really like him a lot now that we've met in person.  

Do i think this will turn into something? Not really.  He's very involved with his life, as am I.  The distance is enough to make it too much over a long period of time.  It will never be a typical type relationship.


HOWEVER - I can't wait to see where this does go.  Both of us are not trapped in the have to's of what everything "should" be.  I can see this developing into a unique and precious union of the minds - and bodies eventually.

Hell yeah, i wanted more.  But i'm proud of myself.  This lesson of taking care of myself with my brain and not my hormones has been working out incredibly, and has not led me wrong.  We have time.  

IF he comes back through and lets me know, i will absolutely make time for him.  Next time, i won't hold back now that i know what's in his kiss......FIRE.  

It's nice not to project or reject based on anything other than what is good for me, and how it makes ME feel.  

All first dates should be like this one was.  

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