Name: FutherMucker (in his profile he says he likes to curse)
Age: 40. Yes, 40. Just like The Tree was, but for some reason I wasn’t self-conscious about the age difference this time.
Status: In the process of divorce. Ummm…yellowish flag.
Job: Civil Rights Attorney. Harvard Grad. Second Ivy League educated professional in a row (The Tree went to Yale…not that I’m comparing or anything).
Lives: Downtown! A few blocks from me. Moved to town three months ago. I’m sure the divorce had something to do with it, or maybe vice versa?
Length of Date: 4.5 hours
He Looked: Geek Chic. I really like his look: geeky glasses, super short hair, scruffy yet neat beard, striking cleft chin, adorably friendly smile…thin and fit – yoga body, though I’m pretty sure he does other stuff, too. He’s shorter than I normally go for, basically my height, but it wasn’t an issue. Wore washed down chinos, washed down tee, canvas sneaks. Overall, cool.
I Looked: Frazzled from my work day, I’m sure. He was meeting me at my apartment earlier than I’d like, but what can I say when I’ve already asked him to come to me, you know? I wore what I wore to work: black ruched tee over olive-colored a-line mini. I had to change my shoes really quickly before he got there (changed into sandals so we could walk the dog). Grabbed a denim jacket and ran out the door to meet him.
We Did: My usual. Took the dog for a walk to the park and then sat on the patio at the restaurant and talked and drank, drank and talked, ate a little, and cursed. He held the dog and petted her a lot of the time and told me how lucky I got with her. I agreed!
First Impression: Beyond impressed. From the second he walked up to me on the street in front of my apartment (I was talking with some other people who had a dog that was playing with my dog), he was warm and welcoming and gave me a hug. I was immediately comfortable with him.
Convo: Smooth and easy. In fact, almost too easy! There were a few times in our evening where I found myself monopolizing the conversation. However, he’d asked me some very open-ended questions (the lawyer in him?), and I was SO comfortable telling him stories and he seemed enthralled. But I did give him his turn. We exchanged lots of laughs and fantastically wild stories. We shared dream stories and work stories and what felt like everything under the sun. He’s whip smart and clever. I loved our convo.
High Point: I didn’t go into this date with a lot of expectations. I was blown-away surprised and impressed. Plus, I loved how he kissed me.
Low Point: Not a whole lot of low. I’m concerned by the fact that he’s still married/getting divorced. I don’t know how far along. I don’t even know if it’s a temporary separation or what. Suppose I should have asked more questions?
How It Ended: He paid for our drinks and apps (he insisted) and we started walking through the park in the direction of my apartment. But before we even got to the end of the park, he took my head into his hands and gave me an ultra-sexy kiss. Yes, I know, I’ve been saying a lot about sexy kissing lately, but MAN. This stuff was GOOD. And we walked home that way, kind of alternately kissing and walking, kissing and walking. Yeah. When we got to the front of my building, he actually asked if he could come in and use the restroom. I knew that was a ploy, and I told him I’d let him in to show him around the building (beautiful historic building, remember?) and he could use the public restrooms that are NOT inside my apartment. He was cool with that. I took him to all of the beautiful places inside…the old original grand hallways, etc., and in every room we went, we mugged all over each other like teenagers! It was absolutely just as steamy as the stairwell with The Tree. I was actually quite surprised. Perhaps the younger generation (now 40 years old!) just knows how to make out better than the nearly 50-year-olds! I mean…WOW. I finally had to cut the poor guy off because I had to go to bed and it would be alone because this was a FIRST DATE for heaven’s sake!
Chances Are: Pretty good. That FutherMucker has already asked me out for Friday. Yeah, let’s see if this one flakes. Good news is that he has no children to fall back on as a fake excuse. I’m cautiously fucking excited.
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