So, last night was my first date with Brian. And it was actually pretty fun. When he got there, being almost a half-hour late because of working late he looked exactly like his picture. OK, good. We went bowling and I had failed to find out that it was league night. So, there were no lanes. So we had to wait. So, we sat in the bar and had a couple drinks together.
We played darts. He kicked my butt. He kept saying that he "knows you're supposed to let women win so they don't get mad." But he didn't let me win. I was having trouble getting the darts out of the board. The conversations went something like this:
Brian: "You have to be careful when you pull it out."
Me: "Yes, you do." giggle, giggle
Brian: "I wasn't trying to be a pervert."
Me: "I was."
My friend at work says that's why I ultimately got a second date. But I don't think so. I was just being me. I have a potty mouth when my kids aren't around. And I am not bothered by sexual humor. And I assumed most men are not either.
We ended up bowling eventually when the leagues were done. When I said in texting conversations last week that I was hoping he would help me with my bowling skills I was envisioning him helping me by guiding my arm, or showing me how to throw the ball, maybe a little touching to break that touch barrier. But nothing. He didn't try to touch me at all.
At the end of the night he walked me to my car, and gave me a hug. Said he wanted to go out again.
Later that night, he texted me. He said he had a great time, wanted to get to know me more, wanted to go out again.
Cool.
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