Still smiling (or: tales of a first date!)

20 April 2009

As I previously mentioned, I met up with sweaterboy Friday evening.

Due to some bad timing on my part — aka I watched the bus drive off while I was across the street waiting on the light — he actually managed to beat me to the concert.  (He had a faculty reading to go to that night as well, so he wasn’t sure if he’d make it on time or not.)  But only by a few minutes, and by the time I showed up he had just finished getting a drink from the bar.

I really had no idea how to greet him.  We’d only exchanged a small handful of emails for a short period of time.  A handshake seemed too formal, though could have worked.  Normally I’d go for a hug, which I contemplated, but didn’t really act soon enough to do anything.  So instead we just sort of said hi and I went through the usual motion of pronouncing my name for him — I would have never thought that “Erini” would be so intimidating to say, but more often than not people always ask me how.

We got our tickets and our wristbands, then made our way into the concert area of the bar… (Where sweaterboy bought me a cider.  I love bars that have hard cider on tap.) I had contacted Andy T to let him know I’d be late, and that I hopefully would only miss one song, however, we made it there before they started so I got to see the full set.  His band, Lyon & the Notary, is pretty decent.  So it was fun to listen to them.  Andy checked in with me after the set to make sure I was all right and that sweaterboy wasn’t some crazy abductor.  After getting my tshirt and hearing a few songs from the next band, we decided to head out to the main bar area.  Concerts aren’t really conducive to conversations, and I don’t think either of us were really wanting that kind of first date.

We talked and talked and talked.  Andy came out a few more times to check on me, and just to meander too.  He’s attending my first choice grad school right now in the writing program I’ve applied for — so we talked about lit and writing for a while.  I also talked about the reading band some; he had once played baritone & euphonium as well… He’s a year younger than me, about 4-5 inches taller, and dresses pretty well.  I sort of wished I would have put more effort into my outfit rather than just jeans and a long sleeved Nolly v-neck.  I left my jacket on the entire time, so I guess it didn’t matter.

Eventually I noticed that the employees were stacking chairs and blowing out candles.  It was almost 1:30a.  The concert started at 9p.  We decided that we should probably go and made our way towards the train station.  However, after we had gotten to the platform, we were informed that we had just missed the last train of the night, a surprise to us because what train line stops running before 1:30a on a weekend?  Since the 9 bus runs awkwardly at night (as I found out with the Canadian), we decided to get a cab and head downtown to the red line.

We sat together on the train, possibly the closest we’d been all night.  Right as we pulled in to my station, I turned and asked if he would like to come over.  He gladly agreed.  I wasn’t sure at first if I was going to ask him — I really enjoyed hanging out with him, and wasn’t ready for the night to be over, but was sort of unsure of myself and his interest (aka I was being a wuss).  We walked through the masses of drunks that accumulate in my neighborhood (something I had forgotten about), and made our way back to my messy, little apartment.

I had received a couple text messages on the train, so I went to the bathroom to check them.  Dani was checking in on me as well, and providing an out to the date if I needed it.  Though I appreciated it, I didn’t need it.  I headed back out, cut off our wrist bands (my first physical contact with him the entire evening), and let him finish a text message.  Thirty seconds later and we were making out.  We stumbled into my bedroom, and then into my bed…. I still plan on getting a door at some point — I had to push away a curious kitten for a bit until she got the hint.  Luckily he didn’t really care and found it sort of amusing.

Anyway… He stayed in bed with me until 11a Saturday morning.  Yep.  I had a 14 hour first date.  And I enjoyed every second of it.  He kissed me before he left, then was out the door… And I walked around my house with a big grin on my face for the rest of the day.  I’m really looking forward to seeing him again…

  • On your first date… gasp!

    He must’ve been a very good kisser, or the music must’ve been very good.

    Or perhaps it has been a while…

    I hope he calls!

  • Or perhaps maybe he’s pretty fun to be with and hot…

    My first date with him. I’ve had other dates.
    … and I hope he calls too.

  • I meant your first date with him, duh! I didn’t have you down as a complete hussy… just a bit of one.

    (Give ‘notify responses by email’ plugin!)

    • I’ve been called a (bit of a) hussy from all the way across the atlantic. where there’s something new for ya.

      And I’ll look for the plugin!

  • I do have the Comments RSS over there in the Meta (aka the stuff in chinese)… I haven’t found a proper plugin yet… still looking!

  • that is an interesting story…

    so did you go on a second date yet??

    • Nope. Not sure what happened, but he sort of flaked afterwards.

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