Good things come in threes? I've never believed in that bull, but the last three dates have been so surprisingly pleasant. Last night's though won.
Stats:
-enjoys Bjork, Joanna Newsom, Antony Hegarty, Sharon Jones, Yo La Tengo
-secular humanist
-works for a great architecture firm (bonus points because he's a graphic designer and not an architect)
-taller than me
Cons:
-non-alpha
-stick
-vagetarian... (me? with a vegetarian? blasphemy!)
So I'm sure you've reached the same conclusion I did. Gay. Truthfully, he has all the tell-tale signs and on top of this the date went swimmingly so that's solid proof. Alas, I'm a dreamer. There HAS to be a straight guy with these characteristics somewhere in the world, and who says it's not this one? Statistics that's who.
DATE
He came a bit late and we went in. He's by far the most awkward date I've had. He had a little trouble making eye contact and that hug was nerd-boy-virgin hug. It's very much like hugging a human-sized insect. It's all very genuine, but so awkward. Here's to hoping that was a weird symptom of anxiety of meeting me for the first time... He has that same excitedness though that I adore. I guess in a lot of ways he's a docile version of me. I'm pretty smitten with this one but don't know how much of me wants to jump his bones... and that is what he is... a pile of bones.
After my beer and his cocktail (see the role-reversal here? you see why I might be concerned of his sexuality???)... we went for a walk through penn's campus looking at architecture. This is just one of those things I nerd out about and love nerding out about so it couldn't have been better. Nerd boys are the best!... well ones that aren't arrogant and he isn't!
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It was just so comfortable. As much as I can pile on the schmooze at any social function, when it comes to boys I am completely hopeless. My friend likes to repeat the classic story of when I slapped away a boy that was giving me a foot massage that I was horribly in love with... and then again when he kissed my inner thigh. What the hell is wrong with me? My tragedy. It's nothing I'm proud of, but just something I accepted as a curse put on me by some evil sex goblins.
When date night two came, I entered the apartment determined that if it went well I would NOT be a pussy about it. Started watching Happiness and he started doing the hand thing. Come on now, we're all adults and we all know what "watching a movie" is all about. It is never, ever, ever about watching a movie. Being an incorrigible social retard, I've always avoided the "hand thing", moving my hand away or my entire body to the other side of the couch. It PAINED my to do so but I kept my hand there for him to do the hand thing. After a good half hour of the hand thing we were sitting holding hands... all that good cute stuff.... another half hour and we were at it. The strange thing was how comfortable the whole ordeal was. I'm still left wondering how abnormal my level of comfort there was... is it always like that? I'm a hand thing virgin! I have no clue!
Spent America's birthday with him again. I was pretty brutal it seems when I first wrote about him. I'm falling for this one. I know because I'm not divulging in half the date details or feelings. crap.
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