64.1

I went into my neighborhood hardware store to have copies of keys made and Sixty-four helped me.  We lightly flirted, and my favorite bit was when I told him I'd let him know whether or not the key worked and he replied, "Please do because conversation is key."  Puns, I love them.  Five days later I went in solely with the intention of asking Sixty-four on a date, and as luck would have it he was standing by the door when I got to the store.  

Me: Just the person I wanted to see.

Him: That makes my day.

Me: If it's not too unprofessional, would you want to go out for a drink sometime?

Him: (without a second of hesitation) Yeah! What about tonight?

Me: Oh! I'm working tonight, but yeah I can meet you after.

Then Sixty-four wrote down his number for me while being adorably flustered, and I told him I'd text him later to make plans for the evening.  We decided I'd meet him in his neighborhood, and when I told him to let me know where to meet him he replied, "Sixty-four's place across the street from Beep's Burgers." My reaction in my head was, "Woah, buddy, I am NOT going to your place." However, I politely responded with, "You have a place named after you - that's impressive." Then he told me that an 80-year old woman named Sue is the bartender.  To verify that I wasn't going to his grandma's house for dinner, my friend googled "Sixty-four's Place" and confirmed that it was in fact a dive bar.  I met him there after work and had told myself I would have one, maybe two drinks.  Sixty-four was adorable and made all the standard Indiana references, and we proceeded to chat and watch the Warriors game (he loves all things sports).  During that time we leaned into each other.  You know when sometimes there's just that magnetic force when two people automatically lean in? That's the one. That leaning factor, plus the two drinks (then, a third drink because Sue the bartender loved me and gave me that third one for free for the holidays - freaking Sue.) contributed to Sixty-four and I kissing in the middle of a relatively empty bar, then in front of a closed store on the way to my bus stop, and then some more while I waited for my bus.

What I learned during the first date with Sixty-four is that he is not related to Sue (he just happened to invite me to a bar featuring his name), he's 28, loves sports, and is my kind of kisser.