Sorry, but I have one more interruption before I get back to the Champagne Campaign…
Name: Tree (as in, climb him like a….)
Age: 40. Yes, a younger man.
Status: Divorced 8 years (was married for 7). Has a 9-year-old son, Tree Junior.
Job: Some kind of marketing exec for an environmental engineering company
Lives: By the lake in one of my most favorite parts of town!
Length of Date: A little over an hour
He Looked: Tall, tall, TALL. The T.A.L.L.E.S.T ever. Dude is 6’9”! He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. And he was tall.
I Looked: Cute, I guess. Off the shoulder printed dress, strappy, lace-up wedges, hair primped, lips glossed, Chanel sprayed.
First Impression: Did I mention he was tall? And cute…like baby-faced cute! But really, really MANLY tall! I loved his swagger. I liked his manner. I thought he was far too handsome for me.
We Did: Met for coffee in this little coffeehouse midway between our two places. I’d never been there before and the street is all screwy from construction, so I ended up being ONE minute late. Drank hot beverages and got to know each other at the coffee bar. He told me that he doesn’t drink coffee so he had a hot chocolate and I had a chai tea latte. He told me he wanted to meet at a coffee place because he didn’t want to meet people at bars. I respect that, and even though I really wanted a glass of wine, it was really best that I didn’t have one. I’m still slightly jet-lagged from my trip.
Convo: And see, this is where it got really interesting. He complemented me throughout most of our conversation. Honestly, when I first started texting this guy and especially when I walked into the coffee joint, I thought that this guy is probably way too cool/smart/handsome/young/hip for me. But he seemed VERY into me, asking lots of probing questions, listening, and telling me about his life, his work, his son, his hobbies. Our conversation was fantastic! We were sitting next to each other at the bar and several times during our conversation he touched the small of my back and even my side (making me self-conscious about my soft upper hips). He kept telling me how great he thinks I am. There’s nothing like hearing that. I didn’t feel like he was blowing smoke, either. It felt genuine. I drank it up.
High Point: Truly, it was a 1.5-hour high point!
Low Point: Okay, there has to be some kind of low point, right? I’d say that the only thing that made me slightly flinch was when he said he’s looking for someone who’d be a good step-mother to his son, Tree Jr., but if I ever get to that bridge, I will cross it then.
How It Ended: He asked me if he could walk me out to my car, and I said sure. I’d parked in a parking lot around the corner…kind of in a darkish alley, so I was happy he’d asked. He wrapped his arm around me while we walked. I wrapped my arm around him (Tree hugger!) and as we walked I looked up, up, way up at him! When we got to my car, he kissed me so softly and sweetly and then wrapped his arms all the way around me and then slid them down to my (soft) hips again. Oh man. If I hadn’t been so self-conscious I’d have been a goner.
Chances Are: He asked when he could see me again and I told him that I was free over the weekend, but he’s going to be out of town. He told me later in a text that he wanted to see me before the weekend, but I’ve booked my week up full. So. Sorry! I offered him a quick lunch during the week, but he’d have to come by my way, and we both have busy weeks. I think next week will be best anyway. Would be nice if he’d just go ahead and make a plan, you know? Regardless, I think the chances he will ask me out on a firm date are about 75%, and the chances I will accept are 110%! The chances I will someday climb him like a tree are pretty freaking high, provided I see him again.
P.S. Ex-fiancé who? ;)
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