Name: Ziggy (that’s really his name!). I’ve taken to calling him The Big Zig – just not in front of him.
Age: 45
Status: Never married, no kids
Job: He’s a financial something-or-other, but he’s currently unemployed. I didn’t ask for how long. We talked a little bit about what he’s looking for, and I don’t think he’s financially hurting, but he did give me the opt-out right off the bat. That made me a little sad and reminded me of when I was in my unemployment stint. I dated a LOT during that time. I can’t imagine he’ll be out of work for long. He’s worked on Wall Street, in Chicago and San Francisco. I think he’s pretty well established.
Lives: A couple miles away from me in a townhouse in a nice part of town.
Length of Date: 3.5 hours
He Looked: Dude is handsome, but not drop-dead. He was shorter than I remembered, but I still think he’s probably 6’1 or so. I remembered him towering over me at the bar, but I was also sitting on a bar stool. He was dressed in a nice dress shirt, purple gingham, and jeans. I don’t remember the shoes. I gotta remember to look at the shoes! And I normally look at the watch, but I couldn’t get a good view because he was wearing it on his right wrist, which I always think is weird (that’s just my own weird thing). He wears a necklace of some sort, too, but I could only see part of it under his collar. He’s a little stocky, but I like that on him…bit of a belly. There’s something comforting about his imperfectness.
I Looked: Okay, I guess. I wore my “first date” giraffe print dress. It’s always flattering on me because the color is perfect for me and the animal print works well with my red hair. And it doesn’t hug my curves too tightly. I also wore my lace-up wedge sandals, which give me a little height and they are kinda sexy. And of course, my fancy watch.
We Did: Met at a restaurant close to my apartment. I walked the 4 blocks to meet him. He was early – bonus points. We sat at the bar and drank champagne until we were ready to eat. We ate a lovely dinner, splitting some kind of cantaloupe salad, a pasta dish, and a steak. Oh, and we split a bottle of Bordeaux on top of the two glasses of champagne each. [hic]
Convo: We were never at a loss for words. We both had a lot to say. But the more we talked, the more disheartened I became. I fear we don’t have a ton in common. I’m worried he may even be a Trump supporter, but I didn’t ask directly. I do know that he is a gun supporter, and I have a HUGE problem with that. Has a Harley-Davidson, which used to be a big turn-on for me and is no longer. We talked about family and travel and such. I told him about my upcoming trip to France. He was impressed. The conversation gets blurry after my 4th glass of wine. I don’t really remember much more…I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.
First Impression: I already had my first impression of him from the night we met (Saturday). He’s an excellent dancer. He’s an amazing kisser. His touch is electrifying!!!
High Point: To expound a little more on the last comment, his touch. Oh my goodness, I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced anything like this. Though I’m not extremely attracted to this guy, and the conversation solidified that fact, his touch is insanely arousing. There is just this way he softly, softly touches and caresses that makes me meeeelllllttt. He was doing it last night before we ended our dinner, and my eyes nearly rolled back. He touched my back and my arm, ever so slightly, and then, as if by instinct, he brushed the hair away from my face and sort of petted the strands of my hair…and that is my absolute favorite thing in the world!!!! I loved it so much I had to exercise extreme control not to jump his bones in the booth. It’s almost like when you pet an animal in such a way that they freeze up and just let you pet and pet? Dude definitely has a talent with touch. I’m melting again just thinking about it.
Low Point: Just being unsure about him. I don’t know that our personalities mesh. Also, he’s a very close talker that is unsettling and has a manner about him that makes me nervous.
How It Ended: I told him I needed to get going because I have a presentation today (which I do). It was well past my bedtime. He walked me home and we held hands the few blocks to my apartment. I think he expected to come inside, but I did not invite him in. He told me he was going to call an Uber and I went inside and kissed the dog and fell asleep. He sent me a text that I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I have a tendency to immediately fall asleep the second my head hits the bed. I answered his text this morning.
Chances Are: Good. We talked about going to the movies (this would me MY treat after he spent $200 on dinner last night – he refused to let me split the check with him), and I want to explore this touch thing some more. I don’t know about where this might go, but I almost ache to be petted again! Ha!
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