Follow up date...
Ahh, the second date; a second chance to feel out a guy who you felt worthy of your time, energy, and beauty for yet another evening.
Last week, I went on my second date with Matt.* Matt had planned an evening of drinks, followed by dinner. It was a Thursday night, and we met at The Frying Pan. (For those of you who don't know, this bar is a frat house of bratty boys and girls alike. In reality, it's a dive bar on a boat right on the Hudson River, However on a Thursday night it feels like a typical Thursday night in college.) It was a beautiful night, so I was happy to be outside, but with two other parties there that I knew of, this location was not winning bonus points.
The night started a little bumpy. Maybe it was the "second date jitters," or that expectations were high, but it was a bit of typical first date awkwardness. This makes me wonder, when the discomfort of the unknown will dissipate. I don't ever really feel uncomfortable; I just don't like awkward silences.
After one drink, and 20 minutes of swaying back and forth on this historic dive bar (yes, it really is considered a historic site), we went for dinner at The Red Cat. The ambiance was perfect and the food was delicious. Although, for a second date I think the conversation became a little too deep when we started talking about our own "histories." Matt was floored when he found out that my longest "relationship" was three months, and that I had never actually been in a real relationship as much as I have dated people for long periods of time. I have no shame in my history; it may make me a bit of a skeptic, but then again, it's hard to not be pessimistic patty in the dating world. When Matt showed such shock over my "long-term relationship," I had reciprocated and asked how long his longest relationship was. He informed me that it was 4 years (I mean he is 34 years old), so I had to know what happened.
Matt: "No breakup that people claim is mutual, is actually mutual. However, we were together for 4 years and it got to the point of either marriage or the 'shit or get off the pot' sentiment. And that was apparently that."
I typically have a strict policy of not asking for this type of information, even if they ask questions about my past, but it's hard to not want to know! Doesn't everyone want to know about one another's past?! Don't you want to know why they are the way they are?!
With heavy conversation behind us, we proceed to drinks at another bar around the corner. As the night progressed, I realized how late it really was (we were being kicked out of the outside seating, which means it was around midnight). We decided to take an evening stroll up 23rd street. Suddenly, he stopped me at the corner and kissed me. As we started making out like teenagers on the corner of 23rd and 10th, he had suggested taking me home. I wasn't really sure if he was inviting himself upstairs, or just trying to end the evening. I ask him what the point of walking me home was; he had given me several options, one which included escorting me to my front door. I informed him that there would be no "funny business," and that we would strictly make out like teenagers. He didn't seem to have a problem.
We went back to my apartment, just "hanging out," when we finally looked up to notice it was 2am. Time for Matt to go home.
When he left, I started thinking. I clearly enjoyed his company and making out with him. But is he the Juicy dress that you know looks good, but you already have a bunch in your closet, so is it really worth buying another? Am I really just biding time, until the next guy that's worthy of a 2nd date asks me out? Matt will get a 3rd date, I mean, there is nothing wrong with him (other then the unemployment,) but who hasn't been there?! I mean hey, no one else is banging down my door, so why the eff not!
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