This evening I ended up double booking myself. I was at lunch with a friend when he called and suggested getting together on this evening. I already had early drink plans with a girl friend but he suggested a time that was later so I figured I could do both.

So I met my girl friend and we had a couple of cocktails and talked about her upcoming wedding and how my dating activities were going. I was going to leave after one drink, but she convinced me to have another to mellow out. So I did.

When I left, I had to walk to the bus stop and then catch the bus down in to the area we were meeting. Of course this was the one time that I was late. I had found a divey bar that was supposed to be quiet since he had said he wanted a more quiet place so he could hear and we could chat.

While I was in transit, he arrived and discovered a place across the street that has the rooftop bar. Thankfully he didn’t suggest the downstairs bar which was where I had met the Teddy Bear.

So I finally arrived and took the elevator up to the roof. He was waiting for me as the door opened. We hugged hello and then went and got a table that had one of those heaters since we were outside and it was a little chilly.

We started chatting and eventually ordered an appetizer and a drink. I drank a lot of water too since i was well primed before I got there from 2 gin and tonics.

He told the best stories and we compared adventures out in the desert and offroading – he has some very wild stories about that – oh the things guys get themselves into. With all the biking, motorcycling, off-roading and camping he does, I was very interested. All the things I like to do but don’t really get to do alone. Perfect. Plus he seemed really nice. 

At one point though I got tongue tied and started to get nervous – I think it was the third drink. Very unlike me. I started to feel like i did in high school or junior high talking to a guy that I thought was cute. I think there were serious pheromones wafting through the air and they hit me like a ton of bricks.

At one point he took a break and went off to the restroom. When he came back he sat next to me rather than across from me and put his hand on my leg and knee, saying he was a very touch oriented guy. 

Woah nelly – the fires were burning and I got an electric chill from his touch.

We talked some more and he made me blush and then he called me out on that which made me blush even more and then he kissed me. And then he kissed me some more and I kissed back.

We alternated between chatting and kissing and eventually paid the bill and decided to go walk around a bit.

We headed out and down the street. He held my hand and we asked each other more questions as we walked. Every time we had to stop at a crosswalk he kissed me. Good, long drawn out kisses. 

We made our way to one of the hipster coffee shops in the neighborhood that was still open at this late hour. I ordered a double espresso and he got a hot chocolate. So cute!

Turns out he doesn’t drink caffeine and he rarely drinks.

We found a table in the back but were surrounded by hipster startup boys on their mac laptops feverishly working on the latest start up idea. We drank our beverages with one hand while our other free hands were under the table holding hands or stroking thighs. He is a cyclist so he has strong, hard thighs. Yum. In between chatting and drinking we kissed more. And at one point we both said out loud, it tastes like a mocha. Silly man.

At 11 they blinked the lights and made their way around saying they were closing. Not ready to declare the date finished we opted to walk some more, looking for a place to go in and hang out. We explored one bar but didn’t really like the atmosphere so we moved on. He asked if I wanted to go home with him or could he come to my place and I joked that he might be an ax murderer and I didn’t think so.

We continued walking and did some window shopping, some making out and more walking, eventually making our way to the Armory Bar, a bar allied with the Armory and Kink.com the porn film house. The place was hopping for a Tuesday night and we found a couch to perch on. We ordered a drink and continued our make-out session. Hands were wandering and at one point he grabbed my legs and pulled them across his lap so he could better reach my backside. 

A couple of times, I looked around wondering if we were going to get kicked out for all the kissing and groping and no one was paying any attention. We were being pretty quiet and of course this was a place owned by Kink, so in contrast we were pretty tame.

My hands were wandering and I wanted him so bad. I was so turned on after all the making out. Eventually, he whispered in my ear, we had to go someplace now – his place or mine – and I was so worked up and in the heat of the moment I said let’s go to his.

I am still unclear of the protocol for bringing someone home to my place or how to make them go away if it isn’t working out. At least if I went to his place I could ditch with an Uber car.

Since he walked over and I took the bus, we left the bar all hot and bothered and made our way to the nearest appropriate bus stop. We continued the kissing to keep the fires going and got onto a relatively empty bus making our way to the next hill over.

Into his place we went and let’s just say the rest of the evening was pretty fantastic. He didn’t try to pressure me but it was pretty clear we both wanted it – and we are adults after all.

Afterward, I needed to leave – having left my dog outside – much to my neighbors chagrin. He asked if I would stay over but I declined since I hadn’t really planned this. And as he waited with me for the Uber car, I made a comment about this not being a one-night stand.

After all he took my breath away and literally left me breathless more than once. Why would I want this to be fleeting. But how do you ask that question when all the world and your instincts are thinking you totally blew it by sleeping with him on the first date. 

He said we would see each other again. And I left.

Home to the animals who were freaking out because I didn’t smell like myself. Home to the empty bed while my body was humming from being touched the last seven hours. Home to a short short nights sleep before work the next morning.

postscript: He called me the next day at lunch to check in and see how I was doing and to reassure me that we would see each other again. We joked around a bit about the evening. I texted him later to thank him for being a nice guy.