First Date Weekend

optionsWithout my 9-5 and without the Architect in my life, I have a fair bit of time on my hands. It only took me a couple minutes of thinking to decide it was time to meet some new folks. Although I consistently get a lot of interest from the fellas on OKCupid, I was thinking more about ladies this time. After a little bit of back and forth messaging over the last couple weeks with several people, I had first dates set up with nine different people … and four of them were this weekend.

On Friday night, the Programmer and I went to a group gathering at a local pizzeria. I had been chatting with the Stamp Licker (which reminds me: although some of these professional labels are correct, not all of them are, by a longshot, and I (naturally) reserve the right to call each person anything I damn well want) online for a week or two, even though she first messaged me in May. I knew the Stamp Licker would be at this gathering, but she didn’t know I would. The look on her face when she recognized me was delightful. “Aren’t you…?” she said. “Yep,” I told her, and took the seat next to her to chat for a half hour or so. That conversation went pretty well … but it didn’t matter, since she and boyfriend are off to another state far far away in a couple weeks. Right then. I took the Programmer home afterward, and the combination of his tongue and fingers and a new toy of mine almost killed me with orgasm after orgasm of insane intensity. My muscles are STILL a little sore from all of that (says SDAW, with a wicked grin on her face).

Saturday, Harry Potter (yep, I can call them whatever I want, I said) and I were to meet at 5pm over at my favorite local bar. This particular place is often suggested to me by others, which is amusing, since it’s often my first suggestion. In this case, he had picked it. I arrived an hour and a half early, thinking I’d get some work done on this-a-here borrowed laptop … but a few of my friends were sitting in a booth in the corner. I sat with them, figuring as it became closer to 5, I’d pick out a table of my own to sit with Harry Potter and chat. But Harry was a good 45 minutes early himself … and had also brought friends. We ditched them, respectively, he grabbed a fresh beer for each of us, and we sat down to talk. It was instantly clear that Harry was overwhelmed by me and my open, friendly personality. I just wasn’t sure if it was good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed. The more we talked, the more I realized it had to be the latter. Dear sweet little Harry was a virgin with zero dating experience. He was terrified. I made up some excuse that I had to get going, and he was out the door before I had even finished bussing the table.

I sat back down to finally get to work. But then another group of my friends arrived, bit by bit, until there were twelve or so of us, gathered around the table, playing games and creating our own game. I was in the midst of drawing a “Sand Witch” card for their set when I got a text message from a gal I’d been chatting with on FetLife: “What are you up to tonight?” We’d been saying we should meet up for quite a while, it was fitting together our schedules that had stopped us. I suggested we get together around 9pm. “Great,” she said, “how about ________?” I laughed and told her I was already there, come whenever. She arrived just as my friends and I were wrapping a game – perfect timing! I said my goodbyes, and sat down with Eve (as in Adam and), yet again with a fresh beer. Eve was wonderful. Beautiful with a wild blond mane and crooked smile, open, warm, soft-spoken yet strongly confident. We were having a great time, until the boys showed up – two single fellas, to whom we appeared to be two friends without a date, I’m sure.

They sat down and chatted us up about every boring topic you can think of. We endured them for a bit and moved on to find another place to sit, no doubt bruising two male egos in the process. After a long, long conversation ranging from exes to jobs to family to current partners, Eve and I admitted it was late and she had quite a bit of driving to do. Standing outside the bar, I leaned down to hug her goodbye. There was a good 7 inches’ difference in our heights; probably more like 9 with the shoes I wore – and it occurred to me, a moment after she walked away without a goodnight kiss, that said kiss was MY responsibility, simply because of the height disparity. I always seem to freeze up when it comes to making a move with a girl – which is ridiculous, considering how shy I’m not with just about any man. Sigh. I texted Eve and apologized for the slip. She texted back with a smile: “we can take care of that next time.” My heart fluttered.

This afternoon, I met up with the IT Guy for brunch at 1:30. Just to continue the trend of the weekend, a table at the restaurant was occupied by yet more friends of mine, and the IT Guy waited politely while I said hello. IT Guy’s accent charmed me, as French accents tend to do; softening all the hard edges of his English and making his speech sound like a slow song. We talked about any- and everything; I finally had to cut the conversation short and declare that I had other things to do this evening. He was clearly interested in seeing me again, and then he suggested that I come over to his place and wait for the appliance repair guy with him tomorrow morning. Hmm. Like many of my dates, he was confusing my openness about sex with my willingness to fuck anybody at any time. Ah, no thanks. I told him I was free on Saturday during the day, and we made another lunch date … and we’ll have to see how that one goes.

I wore the same trusty denim skirt to all four dates.  It’s a dark-wash pencil with buttons down the front, and it’s positively awesome on me.  And I’m exhausted from all of this meeting new people. First dates mean being on my toes in more ways than one, and I find myself longing for the comfort of an old lover this evening. There’s just something about being with someone who already knows a little bit about what to expect, I think.  Maybe I’ll see what the Communist is up to tonight…. he hasn’t seen that denim skirt yet.

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