For Christ-sake, Kiss me!!!

I did not text Brian for the rest of the week. And, he didn't text me either. I was tempted to contact him on Thursday just to serve as a reminder of our date on Friday but I didn't. If I did I would never know if he showed because of the reminder or if he showed because he's an adult, who can remember things on his own (unlike J) and that he really wanted to spend time with me.

Friday comes.

We're supposed to meet a little after 6pm. At 6:10pm I text him asking if he's late or in town somewhere - where should we meet - he's never been to the place I suggested. He replies that he's getting gas and will be here shortly.

When he arrives we go in and get a drink and play some pool. We laugh a little, joke around, talk some. He's a chatterbox - he says I'm quiet. But he's not asking me any questions about myself. I'm not the type of person to just blurt out random things about myself before I even know if you give a shit. Do you really give a shit about my obsession with potato chips, or how I can't wait until summer so I can go to the ocean with my kids?? You don't know me - tell me what it is you'd like to learn about me for God's sake and I'll share some things that I know you are interested in.

Maybe this is my issue - maybe I need to come down with a case of diarrhea of the mouth and just spew things about myself to people and who really gives a crap if they care or not. I love myself and maybe they will too.

But I digress....

So, we play a few games of pool, and have a few beers then decide to walk up the street to grab a hot dog. Mind out of the gutter people, a real hot dog. We talk. he talks a lot about his kids that he's going to see tomorrow. It really shows how important they are to him. He also talks a lot about their Mom. He shares that she cheated on him throughout their 10 year relationship, numerous times, even to the point of coming home pregnant with another man's baby. I ask why he stayed. Answer, "I loved her."

We walked back to where our cars were parked. he asks me to give him a hug. Shit, man, c'mon, I don't want a freakin hug....I want a kiss. A full-on, mouth open, first kiss. Do you know how long it has been since I've kissed someone, for Christ-sake? So, we move in for the hug, and there it was....the kiss. Just like I wanted it to be. We move apart and he tells me to text him. Says he wants to get together again.

I go home happy. and even hornier than I was before.