Reverse

This one will be called Reverse for a few reasons: the guy asked me out, he kissed me before he asked me out, we didn’t know each other’s names until about 30 minutes into the first date, oh, and he was drunk on the date.  Let the games begin!

I went dancing the other night, and I stayed after my friends went home.  When they said goodbye, there were three guys standing by me.  While I had a plan of asking someone out that night, these guys were not in the plan.  Who am I to stick with a plan, though?  I decided I needed to teach these guys to twirl; the next thing I know Reverse and I were dancing, and then he kissed me.  It was a sweet kiss, so until he and his friends left we continued to dance and kiss.  Reverse was being adorably precious saying things like, “Can you stop being so pretty?  I can’t handle it” and “I just can’t stop kissing you.” What girl doesn’t want to hear those things?  Before he left he said he wanted to get my number and take me out for dinner.  I asked him if he wanted a name to go with that number, and he just laughed which resulted in us not getting each other’s names.  Now while this isn’t a necessary part of the story, I feel the need to add that in addition to his messy, curly hair, skinny black jeans, black sneakers, and flannel shirt, Reverse was also wearing a shiny, purple Lakers jacket.  Fantastic.

The next morning he texted me, Hey. Soooo we had some epic kisses at the bar last night.   I was honestly pretty stoked and wondered if you wanted to grab dinner and drinks soon.  I appreciated his gumption, so I told him I was free after work that night and plans were made.  Reverse showed up early to the salon and waited patiently while I finished, and then as we left he held his arm out for me to hold on to while we walked.  We went to a sushi place nearby, and when we first sat down I thought he was a little nervous; however, five minutes later I decided he was drunk.  To add to his intoxication he ordered some beer and sake.  Side note: I’m not much of a drinker, but I don’t mind when others drink.  On the other hand, even though I met you at a bar where you were drinking, I would prefer that you not be drunk at the beginning of our first date.  I’m complex, I know. 

In the midst of his being a little sloppy and loud, he was still completely sweet. Halfway through dinner I decided we should finally exchange names, which was just comical because he acted like it was no big deal that we hadn’t already shared that information.  To prove his name to me, he showed me his ID, at which point I also learned that he was ten years younger than I am – oops. At one point his phone kept ringing, so he apologized and said he had to get it because it was his roommate's girlfriend who needed in the apartment.  His side of the conversation went like this, "No, I'm not there; I'm on my date right now.  I think it's going really well."  How precious. After sushi we walked around the neighborhood for a bit, and he stopped a couple of times to kiss me on the cheek (he may have also stumbled a few times).  In the end he invited me to his place where he assured me his roommates were home "so things aren't going to get too nar-nar."  Throughout the date, I kind of felt like I was on candid camera, so while I thought I should probably just go home, instead I decided I needed to go with him to see how the night would end.  Therefore, I said yes and assured him, "That's okay, things weren't going to get nar-nar."  For the record, I have no idea what "nar-nar" means, but based on context clues I decided that was the correct response.  A few people were at his place, and we said hi before going into the other room (where there was a bed, couch, and futon – I’m pretty sure at least five people lived in this two bedroom place).  I definitely felt like I was in a fraternity house, especially when I saw the beer cans on the edge of the bathtub.  Another irrelevant, yet entertaining, point is that there was only one set of keys between all of the roommates, so as we were walking to the building he had to call one of the people to throw the keys out the window for him.  Seriously.  Reverse had some more beer, and we listened to music.  We also kissed a lot.  When I left, I just laughed to myself about the whole evening – I went on a date with a 23-year old, who in spite of being drunk, was extremely chivalrous and a good kisser.

The next day I realized I hadn’t actually thanked him for dinner, so I sent him a text saying as much.  He replied, You’re welcome.  A better thank you, though, would be you saying you would like to go out again.  Well I’m not sure if I can argue with that sweetness.  I know I should just write him off, but I kind of want to give him another chance.