Mind vs Body

How do you know when the time is right? Third date last night, daily phone calls and definite chemistry. Darren drove all the way from NoSco to my place (Downtown) to take me to Jugheads. It's like driving a full circle, but he wanted to pick me up. Who the fuck picks up a girl anymore to go out???? Cool points for that. My intern's band was playing last night and we had a really good time. Normally, the PDA thing doesn't fly with me, but a couple kisses at the bar just seemed...right. Not like I really cared what anyone there thought anyway.
So, he drives me home, it's a bit before midnight, I invite him in. Wasn't really expecting much. All we'd done so far is kiss. I think it's the East Coast in him. Well, in both of us. It's funny how different people are, depending on where they're from. Seems that most guys I've dated expected WAY too much the first time together.
My older sister told me not to change the sheets. Good deterrment not to sleep with the guy. So, I didn't. Other say not to shave your legs. I can't do that, because hairy legs bother me more than a guy. They wouldn't notice anyway, I'm sure. Not with a vagina staring them in the face.
So, I know he wanted to, but I told him what my sister said. He was cool with it, at least that's what I got from him. We'll see. I can get laid anytime I want. I think it's about time for something more. I'd rather have feelings behind it, too.

Hope this doesn't jinx anything!

So, a few weeks ago, I go online to actually delete a profile on one of those dating sites. The whole insanity thing again and meeting the freaks was enough for me. For my day job, all I hear are dating horror stories. For some reason, i decide to open one of the messages. The guy knows Melrose. And a lot of the music venues/bands I help out. Ok, maybe it's worth a shot. We talked on the phone only a couple times, the last time was last week. He's lived here for 20 years and had never done First Friday, so we make a date for it. I'm pretty much thinking he'll forget. Whatever, not like I wouldn't be going anyway. So, he called the other night to see if we were still on. Huh??? Well, worth a shot. No endless texts, emails, blah blah blah. The few emails/phone calls were fun and I'm so glad I went tonight!
First of all, my very favorite people in the world are NY Jews. They tell it like it is! He's a Jew from Jersey, non-practicing anymore. Not a huge drinker. I don't really divulge I'm in recovery, but I did let him know the other night I don't drink. I promise I'll still be fun. He's cool with it.
So, his first test was to actually find out meet-up spot, the Bikini Lounge. All I tell him is the name and that it's on 15th Ave and Grand. He finds it. I'm so fucking terrified and shy, I call him from outside to come meet me there. I really don't know what he looks like anyway. Instant connection. Conversation starts and we didn't stop talking all night. Did the whole Grand Ave First Friday, stopping in at galleries. The fact that he wasn't overwhelmed by the people I knew is an automatic gagillion cool points. Really funny. Halfway through, he tells me about how he had sent my picture to a female friend of his in Prescott. Approval, maybe? She says to him that she saw me at the Rose and Crown, the night of my birthday party, and gives him the thumbs up. Small world.
Anyway, he even said halfway through the night that he'd like to see me again, and that he thinks I would probably give me a kiss at the end of the evening. I almost wished I had my recorder out, just so I could play that back at that very moment. I'm so used to guys who aren't upfront and honest like me. Games and shit.
Anyway, I don't want to jinx anything. He's really funny, cool, and has his shit together.
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