Dont you just hate it when a kiss goodnight is a dealbreaker?
I didnt really remember the whole phone conversation, but apparently during my drunken return phone call in the wee hours of Sunday morning, Clif and I discussed having dinner Sunday evening.
No real problem. In fact, it got me away from work! Anything that gets me away from work on a Sunday is a good thing in my book.
And I really did go into the office yesterday. Just not for long. Long enough to get my trip report finished and get all of my expenses in order and to grab a bunch of stuff to take home that Im going to turn right around and take right back into the office this morning. Also, I posted yesterdays entry from work because OD was so friggin slow and I couldnt get it to post before I left!
Anyway, Clif called as I was getting ready to head into work. I told him that I would call him when I was leaving work. So as I was driving home from what little work I accomplished, I called and we decided to meet at a new Italian place in yet another new hip and trendy shopping district in town (they are popping up like dandelions around here).
Everything went smoothly. He was there at the bar when I arrived. The vino was excellent. Dinner was adequate…liked mine, but Im not so sure if he really loved his. Conversation went really well, except for the fact that I did most of the talking, and I dont normally like to do that…but I guess I just had a lot to say. It wasnt nervous chatter either. He just asked a lot of “me” questions that I had long answers to, and we didnt have time to really delve into him as much as I really wanted. Plus, he kept downplaying himself and really seemed to want to focus on me. Okee, fine. I can play that game for a while. But I really want to hear more about his singing (hes in an a capella group), and his running (marathons), and all the other stuff he likes to do or wants to do or whatever.
Guess theres always next time. Because hes already asked me out for this Saturday night! And its like a big company holiday party thing…and he has to give some kind of presentation! Hm. And get this: hes even made wardrobe suggestions for me. He likes spaghetti straps. He likes exposed shoulders. I told him that I thought I could work something out.
So. After dinner, he was walking me to my car and asking me out to this company thing and making cute comments and smiling with that mesmerisingly gorgeous smile and looking deep into my eyes and all that mushy, gooey, sticky sweet stuff that I eat up like candy…..and then he asked if he could kiss me.
And I blushed and looked at the ground and did all of that shy girly stuff that I tend to do when Im preparing myself to be blown away by a first kiss…ooh, the expectations!!
But.
I was not really blown away. More like blown backwards. Damn, boy! Back off just a smidge!! It was one of those forceful, ramming sensations that caused me to lean back into my heels. I thought I was going to fall against the wall that I was backed into! Yikes. Im hoping that it was pure eagerness and that he is capable of being a little less…what is the word? Filling? Ew. I dont need a mouth full of someone elses tongue! I have one of my own, thanks.
Girls gotta have a little tenderness, ya know? At least to start out with. We can get to the more [ahem] desperate moves later.
Guess well see how it goes at the party on Saturday. If its anything like last night, Im saying something. I dont know what…but Im saying something.
Okay. Now its time to get ready for work. Can you tell Im just so thrilled about going to work today? Yep. I have to help Boss with a presentation today by working an easel and writing stuff down. Wooo. More excitement that keeps me from getting my line put to bed. Oh well. Guess Ill just be working late again tonight.
I am packing my workout stuff just in case I get the urge to go to my 6:45 class this evening. It would really be nice to show up once in a blue moon. Especially since my friend Stephanie is now teaching the class and she has extended a special request for my presence.
Better run. Kittys getting real talkative. Ive fed him already, but he needs some more attention. Sheesh. High maintenance.
Latah.
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