A week after the amazing date we were corresponding again. We discussed dancing but then he called me and asked if maybe we could get together after his evening meetings. I mentioned I had a meeting myself and wasn’t available until around 10. We were discussing Thursday, I thought.

Later he emailed and asked if he could call me that night after his appt. across the bay. I said yes please.

He called and asked how my event went and if he could swing by. He had been thinking that night rather than Thursday. Since I was only powering through episodes of The Walking Dead I said sure, and gave him the address and directions.

He said he was about 45 minutes out between BART and the bike ride over so I quickly did a cleaning pass through the house, including changing out the sheets.

He showed up around 10 and I gave home the 5-cent tour. We awkwardly were standing around and he gave me hug and them the kissing started again. 

OMG!

My knees were weak.

He asked if he could take a shower – our original plan had always been for an overnight and breakfast so I said yes.

We made our way upstairs where we kissed more. I asked if he really wanted a shower now of if he wanted to wait until later knowing we would be getting all sweaty. As we’re kissing items of my clothing were being removed. Finally I had to stop everything and tell him to just take his shower.

Post shower. Post fun. We snuggle and sleep. Sort of.

This is the first time I have had anyone in my bed in this house. He is warm and fits my body and it is wonderful. Oh shit! This is not supposed to be happening on a second date. I take awhile to fall asleep and think how much I wish we had gone out dancing or for dinner so I could learn more about him.

We wake up early to pouring rain and my three alarms. There is time for some fun before he has to get on the road. Breakfast is a raincheck –  literally – but we do share some early morning pleasure to start the day off

I grab my shower after he leaves. The rest of the day passes in a blur as I replay the night.

This time I don’t hear from him until later  – I text to make sure he got to work ok since it was pouring and he assures me he did.  

A couple if days later I ask if he has big plans for the weekend and he says he is off to Mendocino. I put it out there about getting together the next week and then hear nothing.

He pings me a couple of days later and tells me he got laid off and could see me during  the day or something like that. I am sorry this happened and say so. I am not sure how I can work in daytime liaisons with my work schedule but it’s nice to know that’s an option.

Then nothing again. Finally he says this week has been swamped and would I be ok to meet next week. I tell him sure but that my schedule was getting filled up and that it was too bad because he was missing out on all the fabulousness that was me until then.

A couple of days later, I run into him randomly while I was having coffee after a business meeting down in a part of town I am never in. I am sitting outside and he is cycling by. He stops and apologizes for his being uncommunicative and says next week let’s get together. I mention again that we need to schedule early because my calendar is getting booked. He has to go and kisses me and off he rides.

Now the unknown question is whether or not there will actually be a third date. I really want to get together again – this time for dinner or dancing or some activity that doesn’t involve the bedroom but he is being squirrelly and deflective – offering to get together but then being vague on pinning down an exact time.

I have resigned myself to the fact that he doesn’t want to see me again. If he did, he would make the time to at least call or text.

I am pretty sure I blew it with this one much to my chagrin.