Drinks on a Monday night at a cute hidden hotel bar over in Nob Hill – at least I think that’s where it was. I am not to clear on the neighborhoods on the other side of town and get them all confused. Lots of hills.

I get there early – no surprise – and text him that I was actually early. He finally arrives. He is as cute as his pictures but shorter than I expected.

At this point though, I see that most of these guys under 6ft are generally 1 to 2 inches shorter than they say. It seems like the guys near 6ft and over have no height issues and all the rest do. Whatever. Kind of like weight for women.

We looked around the bar and decided to sit in one of the leather couch nooks rather than a table with chairs on either side. That configuration always feels very interview like.

We order drinks and start chatting to get to know each other. He cracks jokes most of the evening and tells some funny stories. He is fun.

He was very touchy as the evening moved on and we had the second drink. Hands squeezing thighs or resting on my hands. it was very interesting. Especially compared to Mr. Charisma whose touch really activated the nerves. This was nice but not the same.

Eventually it was late and I said I needed to go – school night and all. He offered to walk me to the BART station and we made chit chat about the rain, about umbrellas, about work, and a lot of nothings. 

At the BART station we went to say goodbye and it was all awkward – do we shake hands, hug, kiss or what. We hugged and I kissed him good night – briefly. He asked again about staying out later and I said next time. And headed off to home.

Nice guy. 

No deep sparks but he is fun and I would be interested in seeing him again.