64.2

Sixty-four and I decided to meet up three days after our first date, but the catch was that I had to go to his place because he was watching his roommate's dog.  After telling him it sounded like a trap to get me to his place and making him promise to be a gentleman (Yes, I made out with him on our first date in a bar, but I'm still a lady.  Well, I try to be, at least) I agreed to come over.  After that was settled, he warned me that they were having construction done the following week and to please excuse the appearance of the entryway.

To get to Sixty-four's place from mine I can either take two buses or take one bus then walk 15 minutes.  Just as I had gotten off the first bus, he calls me in a panic asking how far I was.  When I told him where I was, he freaked out a little more and explained that the entryway that he had previously warned me about had just collapsed (it had been raining for about eight days straight in SF).  First I confirmed that he and the dog were not trapped, and then I laughed and said I could be there in a few minutes to help.  He responded, "NO!  Don't take the bus.  Walk.  Walk very slowly.  I'll clean it up, and you and I can go for a drink somewhere.  Let me know when you're near, but WALK slowly."  I insisted I could help; he insisted that he didn't want me to see the mess, so I agreed to walk as slowly as possible.  I sent him a message when I was two blocks away, and then when I reached his door and was about to knock he apparently was just seeing the text because I heard him on the other side of the door yell, "@%*#! She's two blocks away!"  I immediately took my hand down and walked to the house next door and laughed for two minutes before I went back and knocked.  Sixty-four and one of his roommates let me in and instructed me to stay to the right and not look up as I walked up the stairs, all the while I was laughing and making skylight suggestions.  It was all very endearing because Sixty-four had clearly been cleaning all day (4 dudes, 1 girl, a cat, and a dog live in the house) and then the entryway collapsed, so he was stressed about the impression of his place.  I told him it was not a big deal but that I would need proof that they all paid rent and weren't just squatting in an abandoned house (he's learning that sarcasm is one of my stronger characteristics).  In the end we watched a movie, talked, and made out (of course).

Since then Sixty-four has confidently texted me messages such as, "Try not to think about me too much today." and "How hard is it to be away from me right now?"  He has also referred to me as "cupcake" twice via texts.  I'm not a fan of the cupcake situation, but I do like his confidence.  However, being a human I'm wavering on that fine line of am I less interested than he is because he's showing me so much interest (Don't be stupid.  He likes you.  Give the guy a chance) and am I less interested because there were at least three bongs at his place (Don't be stupid.  This is SF.  Maybe they're not his; he lives with four other people.  Give the guy a chance).  Apparently I'm giving the guy a chance, but next time he calls me Cupcake there will be words.