SingleGirl: Magic Number 3
Posted by SingleGirl - 02/08/10 at 08:08 amHow many dates does it take before you are on the hook?
I know, it varies dramatically. Some loves are slow simmers. Others are bolts of lightening. Still others start as a friendship that develops into something more.
For me, it generally takes an eternity. And often I find that I bond with a man in an emotional-intellectual way before anything else. Sometimes at the EXPENSE of anything else.
Chemistry? I failed it in high school.
But this time… THIS TIME, it’s date 3 with jockboy and I’m to-tal-ly hooked. Go ahead and count me among those poor pathetic souls whose heart goes leaping around like a drunk ballerina. It’s humiliating. And delicious.
And what am I hooked on? I hardly even know this man. And we have nothing in common.
Travel: I’ve traveled through 4 continents. He’s traveled to New Jersey.
Drinks: I love wine, brandy, and martinis. He doesn’t drink.
Hobbies: I enjoy shopping and cooking. He does fantasy football and surfs.
BUT……………….. sparks fly when we get together. We have irresistible banter. We joke. We tease. We talk. I feel tingly when I lay eyes on him or when I feel his hand on my back.
It’s Friday night and we meet up for dinner and a concert that includes his friend’s band. Perfect date set-up. We start with conversation over dinner and then move to the concert venue where we got to lean close to hear each other over the music. Lots of accidentally-on-purpose touching.
At the end of the evening, he asks again if I would come back to his place. This time I say yes. It’s a Friday night. Third date. Time to turn the temperature up a LITTLE bit, right?
Fast forward to his place, sitting on his bedroom floor listening to some CDs when he finally pulls me into his broad arms. I notice that I am actually shivering –the anticipation of it. And this time, the kiss is slow and perfect…
We leave things at a PG rating and lie together face to face. He strokes my hair and comments on what a nice night its been, how comfortable it is. We talk about each other’s eye color. It’s intimate and sweet. And my heart melts down into a sappy little puddle.
He drives me home and I walk out on air until it hits me.
We have no date 4 on the books.
How can this be happening again?!!
So I ask myself and you, do we have different expectations? Is it just me that thinks its important to end each date with a declaration of continued interest? Just when I think I know what’s going on with this guy, I get thrown off. Ugh. I have it SO bad. Help!
