Second Chance First Date

So, in my last blog I mentioned that I reached out to Ryan to see if he'd like to meet again. Well, last night was that meet up.

He came to my house after work so he could change. He kissed me hello (nothing fancy or french)...which I'm ok with.  He changed and then we headed to The Hideaway for some Karaoke watching. It was incredibly loud in there but we enjoyed some good food and a frothy beverage. After about an hour, I asked him if he wanted to hit up a movie. He paid for the meal, and I discovered that he's not the best tipper. I thought that he was because on a previous date, at the Iron Rooster, the waiter came by our table and thanked us again, so I thought that was because he was very generous on the tip. Well, the bill was $36 something. I asked if he wanted me to pay the tip since the waitress only brought back big bills in change. He told me that the tip is $7. Um, NO! The tip is at least $8! I tipped $10! I figured maybe I could set a precedent for any future tippage.

Now, invited someone (anyone) to a movie with me is not my thing because I enjoy the movies alone for a number of reasons which I may or may not have explained in a really old blog. One reason is when the lights go down, my inner "lioness", if you will, goes up and I get distracted and can't enjoy the movie. Well, there was no lioness, tigress or any other big-cat-ness happening at the theater...just the movie. I got more turned on by seeing Matt Damon's scrawny hind parts on the screen than my company. I'm not sure what this means just yet.

When we left the theater it was 1am and I was kinda tired. If I was with other company I could have been persuaded to have another frothy beverage at The Greene Turtle before closing time, but I wasn't feeling it. Therefore, I drove him back to my house and he had to come in to get his clothes and what not.

I came in and took care of my Doghter. He sorta stood by the door, perhaps waiting to see if I was going to invite him to stay a bit... I wasn't. I gave the ol' "Ok, well.... thanks for tonight and I'll let you know how tomorrow goes" spiel.  He went in for another American kiss and then did his weird putting his forehead on mine and it's just weird. I don't know if he was trying to get a bit more French, Eskimo, or just wanted to linger there. It's awkward. I did not like that and it's not the first time he's done that. It happens just about every time it's a "goodbye" type of thing. It's just weird to me. I'm not sure what it is. Is it he is hoping for more of a make out session? Is it his way of being "cute"? I don't know why it bugs me so much either! I could easily say that I am just not feeling it.... but I'm still willing to "date" and just see if feelings change. Not sure if they will, but you never know. I want butterflies and I'm not getting anything that flutters.

We shall see....