it’s our second date, although to him, it’s officially our first date. The first date was a meet and greet to decide if there was enough interest or chemistry to go on a real date.

He texts me Sunday asking if he can call. He calls and we talk about going out on Tuesday. We chat about what to do – dinner, art galleries and then set a time to meet.

I text him Monday night confirming that we were still on for the next day. He let me know yes and where and when we were meeting.

Tuesday evening comes and I end up trying on about 8 different dresses and shoe combinations. I eventually settle on a wool dress because I was cold and heels that are comfortable to walk in. I take the bus down to the area and walk a couple of blocks to the restaurant.

Of course I get there early – which seems to be my trend. It’s not too long before he arrives. He is adorable in a hat, black sock jacket and jeans. He makes a joke about being hipster enough. 

We head in and get our table and proceed to eat a lot of brazilian meat. We chat and he tells me about several trips he has been on. He is funny and entertaining and I am trying to make sure I don’t talk too much. The lessons from the scientist resonated and I want to make sure I let him know about me but not at the expense of actually making a connection.

We laugh a lot and I like his snarky east coast sense of humor. He is smart and there is some depth there that I can relate to.

After dinner we walk downtown looking for galleries – except they are all closed on Tuesday evening. At one point he asks if I am a walker, a public transit or a cab person. I say I am a walker but that I took the bus to get to dinner. So we walk and chat about what we are looking for in a relationship and in meeting people. We are in similar mindsets – although he is kinkier than I but I am eager to experiment.

We find the galleries and they are all closed – I had totally forgotten that this was what we were going to do or I would have mentioned that was usually the case early in the week. But we window shopped anyway and discussed the art and stuff we liked and didn’t like.

Then we passed some lingerie stores and the conversation got a little racy. At the corner when we ran out of galleries he asked what next and we talked about just walking around. Then he pulled me close – we had been holding hands up to this point – and he kissed me. And we kissed some more. And then he said this could go faster – and I called him on it by saying wasn’t he the one setting the pace. This after a long discussion of going slow and getting to know each other before jumping into bed together. 

There is definitely chemistry that we are both feeling. So we kissed some more and walked some more around the city and compared it to New York. We talk about the youngness at the office and being the oldest in there. We tried to go to china town but somehow missed it.

At one point he got a call from his son, which then turned into a call with his ex-wife which then turned into a fight with his exwife. hmm – bummer that.

We popped into a hotel lobby to hit the rest room and for him to calm down. She still pushes his buttons after 6 years or something close to that.
Then we headed out again and it started raining so we went back into the hotel lobby to the bar and got a drink. We chatted some more about a variety of things and eventually he had to go.

So out and call a car for me. He stayed until the uber came and we were making out while waiting. 

Some kids yelled at us to get a room – something I was getting primed to do as well…ha not on a first date. But oh my. He asked if I wanted to do this again and I answered yes so fast it scared even me. Chemistry and humor and smarts. What a delicious combination.