A group of my friends from grad school decided to go out to a jazz bar/pool hall last night to relieve some stress. I decided to go even though I had to wake up 7am this morning for work unlike the rest of them (those lucky people!). I invited webcam guy, who will now be referred to as D, to come join us.
He showed up about 20 minutes after my friends and I got there and somehow found me in the mix of all the people. I introduced everyone and then he excused himself to go get a drink. My friends immediately started gushing about him. “He’s cute!”, “I like him already! He showed up alone. He must really like you!”, “Just the fact that he showed up is a big deal!” Haha.
We started playing pool, me and D against my roommate and another guy from school. The camera was brought out and pictures were taken, but I’m sorry to say there will be no vlog (I know, you’re terribly disappointed. Maybe next time).
At one point D was talking about his guitar and how he likes to play music in his free time. He asked what I do to get my mind off things. I said I write. I guess that’s where I went wrong. “Do you have a blog?” he asked. (How is this the first question he asks me??) “Umm… yeah? I do,” I sheepishly replied. “You have a blog?” He asked again, making sure that I knew what I was saying. “Yeah, but I also have a journal that I write in, so it’s not just online. And I also dance,” I continued as I said tried to redirect the conversation as far away as possible from the idea of my blog. Thankfully he didn’t ask for the URL or ask what I write about, so maybe he won’t try to google me? I could have lied and said I don’t have a blog, but I kind of prefer honesty in the beginning of a possible relationship.
Of course there was an embarrassing moment later in the night. We were playing pool and it was my turn to shoot. I was aiming for the four ball, except I must have been too nervous, or maybe a little tipsy, because instead of hitting he cue ball, I went straight for the four ball with the stick. Everyone laughed and thought it was cute, but I was thoroughly embarrassed. Each time it was my turn to shoot again I had to remind everyone that I do actually do know how to play.
Throughout the night D kept moving closer and finding ways to touch my back or brush his arm against mine. When we were sitting down and talking he put his hand on my leg. He kept staring at me all night and I kept telling him how nervous it made me. He reassured me that he was just looking at me because I was so beautiful. Of course, that just made me more nervous and uncomfortable, but in a good way.
When I was attempting a difficult shot during our last game of pool my friends were so nice to suggest that D should stand behind me and help show me the best way to aim. It was like a moment from the movies. He put his arms around me as he explain the physics of the situation (like I was paying attention at all!) and my friend grabbed my camera to snap a few pictures. They turned out adorable if I do say so myself.
As we were waiting for the subway he grabbed my hand and pulled me in closer to him. Somehow we started talking about how many dates we had been on and if you can actually consider them dates since we were hanging out with friends the past two times…
And then he leaned down and kissed me. It was nice and soft; not too forceful, but with enough energy behind it. I felt a spark. We kissed again and I tried to forget that my friends were standing just a few feet away probably watching us.
He asked if I had plans for Valentine’s Day and if I would like to go out with him. I told him I would love to. And we kissed again. He asked if I had ever been to the top of the Empire State Building and I said that I had, once, but it was almost 6 years ago. He asked if I would like to go again, this time with him. I smiled and said that sounded like fun. Cheesy? A bit. But I don’t care. I love cheese.
When we got to his stop, he said he had fun and was sorry to go. He kissed me goodnight. Fifteen minutes later I got a text from him saying that he had a lot of fun, he enjoyed getting to know me, that I seem really cool (haha), and to let him know if I had time to get together this weekend.
I woke up this morning wondering if I had just had a dream. The kind of dream that you don’t want to wake up from because in that dream you are so happy. But then I realized it wasn’t a dream. Last night really did happen. I really did kiss him. He really did ask me to be his Valentine. I really do like him.