My Neighbor is RAD!! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I don’t really have an intro here. I’ll just let the report speak for itself. Enjoy—I know I did!!

Rate-A-Date #52,453

Name: Let’s call him AtH, for Across the Hall

Age: No earthly. The subject never came up, and it really doesn’t matter that much. I know he’s older than me simply based on the stuff he’s accomplished, but could be by 5 years, could be by 10.

Relationship Status: Divorced (fairly recently, I think); has a son who’s almost 10.

Occupation: Ad Exec.

Length of date: 3 ½ hours

We met: He called on his way home, and told me just to come on over whenever. We decided on 7, and I popped across the hall and knocked on his door.

I wore: Uneven hem ruffled skirt, cute Custo of Barcelona top, my favorite Kors lace-up boots, fishnets.

He wore: Jeans, gorgeous black wool sweater with elbow patches, the greatest cowboy boots, ever.

We did: Had a glass of wine at his place, he walked me around his loft, and showed me a collection of paintings that he’s just finishing that will be exhibited in a gallery in our building in April. Very cool…great space. Then we went downstairs and walked across the street for dinner, where I had my two glasses of wine (plus another half…I told him I was “being good”, and he said that he could tell). We were both tired after dinner. Too tired to listen to music (we’d stayed up too late the night before). So we walked back across the street to head for home…

Convo: Easy. We have a lot in common simply by living in the same building. Like, a love of old buildings that have a story and a history. Plus, we’d already talked a lot the night before, so there was the continuation of those convos. I did get a little intimidated by some of his accomplishments and the people he hangs with (another story for another time, maybe). But all in all, very good. I didn’t get all nervous and blabbly. And that’s VERY good.

Personality: He has this way about him that’s so complimentary and sincere, to the point that I find myself blushing a little bit, and then he pulls me right back out. He’s a hearty laugher. A smiler. Funny. Chivalrous. And an interested listener. He’s a hand-holder, and that made me nervous when he immediately grabbed my hand to walk me across the street, but when he did it on the way home from dinner, I felt secure and relieved…and liked. Cool.

Appearance: Just how I like ‘em: quirky-cute! 6’ 2”; runner’s physique; shaves his head to a peach fuzz; smiles ALL the time (perfect teeth, btw). I think his eyes are blue-green, but I’m going to have to get back to you on that. He has a nasty-looking scar on his hand (baseball injury).

Highest Point: I was good. I was really, really good. On my best behavior, but lubed enough with wine so that we could laugh and joke and tell each other funny stories. And the sweetest thing was when we were home and we stopped in between our two doors and he gave me the sweetest little baby smooch…*le sigh*.

OH! And the most amazing thing was lying in bed last night, just on the verge of falling asleep, and knowing that he’s a few steps away, under the same roof, possibly falling asleep at the same exact moment.

Lowest Point: Feeling self-conscious about my appearance. I don’t know…I just didn’t feel pretty, no matter how many times he said I was.

Chances I’ll see him again: It’s almost guaranteed. Considering he’s across the hall, I’m bound to bump into him, even if he never asks me out again. But he’s already told me that he wants to ask me out again. And I want to see him again. So there’s that.