Up to now things have been going well with the new woman that has come into my life. Were talking and texting. But not too much. Ya know the type that text and call too much and by the end of the week she's moving into your place?
Well This weekend was a good start of things to come. We decided to go to grab a bite to eat then she wanted to see Iron Man 2(I couldn't believe it either). And then a trip out to Cochrane to watch a friend of mine perform at a red neck bar. Side note to this. He's black and this is a red neck bar with young wiggers pretending to be something they are not and the occasional skin head. Did I mention my friend is black? So as you can see some nights could be very interesting indeed.
At this point we talk and smile and have a good time. We haven't held hands or kissed. Just hugged at the end of the one date. I am trying this approach to make sure I don't go to fast for her and myself and to respect her as well. I'm not gonna jump all over her the first chance and turn her off. So innocent approach it is.
The bite and the movie were great. We both had a great time. Then this was the part she took the risk on and allowed me to drive her out to Cochrane. For a single woman it is a risk especially when she knows me but not to the point where she should take great risks. I could have easily driven her out to the country and, well you have an imagination.
So the trust factor is there and she comes along to the bar. And when we get there a hand full of townies are in the bar and my friend and the band started the first set. We sit down with my friends girl and the drummers squeeze. Introductions are made and we have a listen to the band. At this moment something truly out of the annals of the memory banks from when I was single pops out. "Well that's a nice ring you got there." While grabbing her hand and observing a fun piece of jewelry on her hand. And I noticed a smile come across her face and she said its a favorite ring of hers. Then I felt a little squeeze and that was it. That simply was when the hand holding started. At that moment she was looking at our hands and then looked up at me and we looked at each other for a moment. Now in nano seconds I imagined every possible scenario of what may happen if I go for the kiss. That includes getting a drink in my lap and a slap across the face and many combinations of the same humiliation. I thought about it. What the hell I thought. I went for it. BINGO> As I was getting close I noticed her eyes start to close and that was the sign I was waiting for and I completed the hard hurdle from friends to a date. Soft and subtle she kissed me back and DING DING DING she actually enjoyed it.
Don't get me wrong here. I have kissed some women while in the first year of my separation, but this was different some how. I respect her as a woman and fellow person in the media realm. I don't want to go to fast and ruin anything that could pop up(insert joke here).
So first base completed and were holding hands. Great start and farther than we went before. And she seems to be comforted at the fact the awkwardness is now gone at when the kiss would come, or is the person a good kisser? And all I can do is beam with how smoothly that went.
A couple of hours later and were still holding hands and she is ready to leave so she can get a fresh start on the next day. And I am pretty beat myself from the weeks work. So we say our goodbye's to everyone and head out. At this point I am happy that everything has gone so smoothly and just have the ride home and to drop her off at her home.
I pull up at her house and put the car in park. Before I am ready she is right there in my face and were kissing again. This time longer and more of it. I am amazed and delighted that she is receptive to it all. And at the end of a nice session of kissing were both feeling like teenagers and we say our good nights and she get out of the car and goes to her door. Of course I wait and watch and make sure she gets inside alright.
All in all a major success. Home run. Bisket in the basket. In the top shelf where your momma hides the cookies. Our team gave one hundred and ten percent. On and on the saying go.
No major problems and everything went disturbingly well. What the hell?
On the way home I am recalling everything from the evening and thoughts are flashing through my head like crazy. Why was it so smooth? What was I doing right? How come something didn't go wrong? Does this sound familiar to you?
We will part ways at this point til I can figure this one out. I am happy everything went good but like others I wonder why it was so easy and why hadn't it been like that for all the other dates in my life.
Til next time. I might have something more interesting than that for you.
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