More Miles...

Remember that sweet guy I met on the plane? We had a great dinner and shared a sidewalk kiss? He flew back home and we kept in contact through flexting, and on occasion a phone call cause he “wanted to hear my voice.”

Upon the last posting of questioning my kissing skills or Mancation for that matter…he came back into town and wanted to see me. The night he arrived I was working and we weren’t able to see one another but had plans to see one another the following evening. We checked in periodically through the day until I hopped in my car and drove to meet him in Hermosa Beach. Upon smelling the ocean and feeling the breeze off the water, I realized this was more of a date than our first dinner encounter in my opinion, as I found myself a wee bit nervous. Would we still have much to say to one another after contacting without any verbalization? Would I still find him funny? Charismatic? The answer was yes from the moment I heard his footsteps in the lobby. We hugged hello and he wrapped his arm around my waist and said, “It’s great to see you.”

We sat and had sushi and wine and he remembered what we ordered our first sushi dinner and I really enjoy talking to him because he asks questions from a perspective of really wanting to know or understand. We stayed at the restaurant until they had to kick us out and walked to the pier to grab another drink. Choice of bar wasn’t the best so we only stayed for one drink before it was proposed to go back to the hotel to sit on the balcony. I know that’s a bit scandalous but I didn’t and wasn’t ready for the night to come to an end. We sat on the patio listening to the ocean and just talking – a sweet moment that I very much appreciated which was met by an almost as sweet kiss. Even though I was invited to stay for the night, I knew I had to go but he hoped to see me again tomorrow before his departure. (Don’t think I didn’t see him size us up in the mirror upon me exiting). I arrived home by 3am and crashed.

However, upon waking the next morning I was exhausted which was only met with the feeling as if I were getting sick. I came home to eat chicken noodle soup in my jammies as Miles met an old friend for beers. The following day I called in sick as I couldn’t even function. As I was mid text to send-off Miles, he was contacting me at the same time! Watching Coraline with my box of tissues, Miles was delayed. He had hoped I was seated next to him on the plane ride back so we could cuddle while looking out the window (he was actually seated this time in a row with a window). I slept the rest of the day upon what a lovely thought that would be...

Man Date - Intrigued but still on the beach