With all of the birthday hoopla and train updates, I forgot to write about my date and this new guy I I'm seeing. I guess one date and one planned for Friday means he should get a nickname. I am going to call him Mr. History because I can't think of anything clever right now. We were supposed to go out like two weeks before our first date. He IMmed me on OKC with a history podcast recommendation (so geeky - I love it) and we talked for about an hour. He immediately asked me out for that weekend, but ended up having to cancel due to work. We had a makeup date scheduled, but he canceled again because he was sick. I was pretty much like UGH, fuck this, and completely wrote him off. We'd exchanged numbers, though, and he just kept texting me while he was on his family vacation (hence why we had to delay planning a date). He would ask about my day, send me pictures of what he was doing, and shoot the shit. I was kind of like - meh, this guy is so weird - but I honestly think he just wanted to make sure I knew that he wasn't fucking around with me. After talking for a while, I told him I was going on a train trip on Monday morning and since he was getting back from vacation on Sunday afternoon, I assumed we wouldn't see each other. However, he made the effort and he got off the plane around 5pm and met me in SF (he lives in Berkeley) for dinner at 8pm. A for Effort!
Our date was nice, not my usual epic 6-8 hour date, but a nice dinner and drinking thing. He's easy to talk to. He's also super dorky, which I like. We bonded over Game of Thrones and reading shitty fantasy books when we were kids. We're both history majors, so that's another thing in common. He's cute, but he could be cuter - haha. What I mean by that is, he seems to be afflicted with the typical fashion style of most Bay Area IT nerds. He wore this terrible hat, which I thought was concealing some kind of male pattern baldness, but when he took it off, he has a full head of hair. So I guess he just likes the hat? Anyway, I'm being shallow, which is unlike me. Let me stop. He took me to this dive bar afterwards. Like a really seedy dive. As we were coming in, the bartender was offering this toothless old woman a pack of matches if she left and never returned. We got whiskey and chatted more. His parents were hippies and had an interesting story, so I liked hearing about that. He asked me if I liked David Bowie and I made a face like I had eaten a lemon, to which he replied, "No, I totally get it. White people music. I get it." That made me laugh because it's true. He's super Jewish, which obviously, I enjoy. I wanted to beat him when we started talking about Harry Potter (he's not a fan), but I like that he has opinions and shares them. He seems a little fiesty, which could be good for me. You all know I can't stand a pushover.
After dinner, he walked me to the bus stop and then we did the awkward looking at each other thing and he kissed me. I was nervous about missing the bus, though (and I'm an awkward hot mess around PDA), so I kept pulling away (THE BUS WAS COMING IN ONE MINUTE! I was nervous!). We both said we had a good time and wanted to do it again soon. He texted me like immediately after the date while I was on the bus and we chatted for a bit. He told me to keep him updated on the train trip. I sent him some train pictures, but I wasn't sure if he was still into it since our texts were short. Then, he called me on Friday night. Boys never call me. Or at least, I don't date men who call. I date boys who text me, which is shitty. I like that he just manned up and called. We talked for a little bit and then he wanted to see when I was back. I wanted to go out on Wed, but he said Friday would be better since we could really make a night of it. So, I'm going over to Berkeley to hang out on Friday night. He may have mentioned showing me his newly decorated apartment (bow chicka wow wow... haha j/k). I don't know how I feel about things. I think I could like him. I think he's similar to me. I just don't know. He's a good kisser, but I don't know if I'm ready for more. At the same time, I don't know why I'm clinging to my celibacy like a fucking life raft. I genuinely enjoy sex, so I should start having some. We'll see. This is me - I tend to fly by the seat of my pants when it comes to men. I'll just feel out how things go on Friday and take it from there.