Thursday, August 18, 2011

So there's that...

Yeah, he likes me. But for 15 minutes I thought I was being stood up.

I sat at the bar playing angry birds and waited...wondering if I had the strength to sit at a bar and not drink. Fifteen minutes was going to be my cut off and his. At 8:15 he texted, wondering if we were still meeting. I paused. I walked outside and he was standing there.

“I thought you were standing me up.” he said with a smile. He was just as cute as I remembered. I guess manners do exist.

We went back inside together and got seats outside in the patio. Just as it started to get dark, tea candles started being lit around us.

The mood was set and the Blue Moon was delicious.

We talked and talked. And laughed and leaned in to each other. His eyes did this whole twinkling thing and he had a really great smile. We talked about everything from our favorite numbers to childhood enemies to the importance of writing what you loved.

After round three, we agreed to do one more. We both drank slower, the crowd was emptying out. There hadn’t been more than a few beats of silence in hours, and they were comfortable beats. They closed the patio so we moved inside. I smiled up at him as our beers got lower.

“One more?” I asked cautiously.

“I’m glad you said that cause I’m not ready for the night to end.”

Yeah, I like him.

It was late when we stepped outside on to the street. He gave me a slow, easy kiss. I smiled into his lips. I reached up and put my hands around his neck. I like his height. He’s the good kind of tall. We kissed more and just hard enough to know that it worked.

“I want to see you again.” he said more then once when we stepped back.

I was buzzing. I exhaled. “I want to see you again too.”

“Good.” he said and kissed me again.

We walked in different directions to get taxis. Alright, so technically I had to go in the same direction, but I didn’t want to mess with an exit like that.

He texted me tonight. And said again, that he wants to see me. I like having it in writing, in black and white when I’ve been so used to gray.