Name: Clark (name changed)
Age: 52
Status: Divorced for around 4-5 years
Job: Bank Vice President
Lives: In a kind of fancy neighborhood about 10 miles from my downtown place.
He Wore: Plaid blazer, pocket square (!) pinpoint dress shirt, khaki-ish pants, I didn’t get a look at the shoes
I Wore: long black/white printed shirt, black tank top, sweater draped over my arm in case it got cold
We Did: Sat outside on the front porch of a really cool house converted to a restaurant. He was already there when I met him. He drank a martini, I drank champagne. We ordered some appetizers, had two drinks and called it an evening.
First Impression: Handsome. Very handsome. Pure white, thick hair (full head of nice hair, I might add), really beautiful features. Almost, alllllmost too pretty. Probably the nicest dresser I have ever gone out with. Smashing! I really love a smart dresser, and I was very impressed by that right off the bat. THEN, he impressed me with his exquisite taste in all things refined: fine dining, fine drinking, travel, sailing, golfing, etc. He is a man of many interests. I liked it.
High Point: I’d say the above. It was a quick meeting, but everything went off without a hitch. He was nice, polite, sweet, and interesting.
Low Point: I didn’t feel sparks. I think I was thinking about Bulldog too much. Also, he has one son who still lives with him, and I no likey that (only because of my yucky history with SP’s son – I’m sure this guy can’t be even close to that shit).
Chances Are: 100%. I have already seen this guy again! Last night. I knew I should have gotten this RAD out more quickly!
So yeah, I saw Clark again last night.
He was impeccably dressed, AGAIN (yeah baby!), cream colored cashmere sweater and linen pants. He picked a wonderful restaurant that is mere blocks from my place and his work (considerate AND convenient for both of us). We had a lovely, lovely meal – it was warm enough to sit outside. Cocktails, a bottle of wine, wonderful food…and then it got cold, so we finished and then decided to walk across the street to another venue and warm up.
He held my hand while we walked across the street. I was happy about it, but a tiny bit concerned that I didn’t feel sparks by his touch.
Once inside, we drank Grand Marnier to warm up and the bartender let us taste a couple of other liqueurs that he was excited about. That was fun!
Then we moved over to a more intimate banquette where we both proceeded to get a bit drunk. Things got kind of sloppy. He touched me on the small of my back, and I liked that. Then he kissed me. It was….eh. I’m chalking it up to being drunk, but I just wasn’t feeling like being all up in his grill. Still, I have to say that it was extremely nice to feel liked by a handsome man.
Chalk one up for a self-esteem boost.
Now. If he asks me out for date #3, I will go. I am interested. I just don’t feel sparks. Everything about him screams good candidate for boyfriend material. I’m just not there. But I’d like to go out some more.
Nice, nice, very nice distraction.
His text to me when he got home was, "So! Much! Fun!"
I was already fast asleep.
Until next time…LOVE and more love!
GS
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