Date 26.1

When I met Twenty-six he mentioned a café in the neighborhood that I should try, and a couple of weeks later I went in and voila there he was because he works there part-time.  We talked for a bit, and then I left to pick up my niece and forgot (or chickened out) to get his number.  Idiot.  Like a hot chocolate addict, I went back the following week determined to stay focused.  Victory!  I asked him if he wanted to get dinner, he said yes, and we exchanged numbers.

I sent him a message a few days later to set up dinner plans, and we agreed on Thursday.  He also said that he was free for drinks on Monday, but I already had plans.  My plans ended earlier than expected, though, so I texted him to see if he still wanted to meet for drinks.  An hour later we were at a pub sitting at a table attempting to figure out how to play Backgammon.  We made an additional rule to the game that every time we rolled an even number we had to tell something interesting about ourselves, and every time we rolled an odd we had to tell something bad that we’ve done.  It was great!  Then we went to another pub where I told him that I’m blasian and demonstrated the Roger Rabbit for him.  After that pub we sat on a bench in his back yard and talked some more, and during a pause he asked, “May I kiss you?”  I definitely said yes, and we definitely made out for probably the next fifteen minutes.  Dreamy. 

When I got home he texted me, “I hope I wasn’t too brash.  I had a good time and look forward to Thursday!”  Hooray!