Rain Main, Date 1

SNP contacted me via text mid afternoon just to say hi and see how things were going.  Establishing contact = good sign, followed by asking if I was still interested in hanging out later that night.  Of course.  SNP didn’t realize I was going out of town for a week so I appreciated the fact that upon learning that, he initiated plans anyway and immediately.  Told me he would let me know where and when to meet up (I’m okay with the meet up at this point considering we just met but makes it a pseudo date), and I liked his man with a plan attitude. 

We met up near the end of my NFL team’s football game, so the suggestion of meeting up later worked in my favor.  We went to a cute, little dive bar up the street from my house and as I listened to the 4^th quarter on the radio, and pulled up to the bar, I saw him walking towards my car.  I was greeted by his dimpled smile with a hug hello.  We walked into together and sat at the bar.  However, I think he didn’t like our initial choice of seating because when you’re at a dive, it’s pretty small and everyone is listening to your conversation.  Upon getting our 2nd or 3rd beer, he suggested we move to couches.  He stood and grabbed my hand like out of a Jane Austen novel to lead me to the couch.  We parked ourselves like we were in a living room, seated so close together and propping our feet up.  What I was delighted to discover in our second meeting was how much we had in common!  How much we got each other’s humor, and how he tended to say things that were in my mind. Who knew someone else out there could have such an appreciation for Grease 2 that I do!! At one point, the hopeless romantic (his words, not mine) said, “Man, it’s so great to meet someone I can relate to!”  Wow.  He’s made no secret from our first meeting that things are going well for him (allegedly) career wise (he’s a cinematographer) but wants to share it with someone.  Now while it’s refreshing for a man to be so open, I tend to tred lightly in that dreamy idealism of what “could be" because guys tend to blame us for getting so ‘emotionally attached’ when one of the reasons, I believe, is we’re accused of this is because we go off your comments to create something – and sometimes that something turns into nothing and we’re left wondering where you steered us wrong.  Now, back on SNP, he’s awesome!  Handsome, charming, chivalrous and there’s a connection there – I hate to say that and sound all Bachelor-y. ha ha

Now, after covering topics like art and whatnot, we got heavily into a conversation about making out; both being big fans of the act, which I knew in turn was setting us up for the inevitable post-evening good night smooch.  Suddenly, our meeting had turned into last call!  I had a very early flight and lost track of what time it was (always a good sign) and we had spent the 5+ hours hanging!  He walked me to my car and again, at my door in the rain, he leaned in and kissed me.  It was sweet, soft and perfect.  I giggled cause the pressure of delivering on a first kiss after you’ve been talking about how good you are gave me some stage freight.  I sat inside my car, per his suggestion to yield me from the rain, and he stood in my doorway lingering and taking in those last few moments of conversation not necessarily wanting to part ways but know you must and that was met by a second kiss, which was even better than the first.  He told me to “look him up when I got back to town” to which I quipped, “Like in the Yellow Pages? I got your number.” Good sign, he wants to see me again, and I look forward to seeing him again too!!  With the rain still pouring, I drove home still smelling him and tasting him on my lips, with a smirk I couldn’t wipe off my face – even if it meant I wasn’t going to get much beauty sleep before becoming Xmas bound since I still had to pack!! 

ManDate: I’ve already have taken myself off this Mancation but currently seeking Man to help occupy my time.  I look forward to seeing SNP upon my return from the holidays.