So the gameshow host asks me out to dinner and I accept. He works and lives over in the financial district so he picks a restaurant over there. I take bart and arrive early – so what else is new.
I wear my new cute blue skirt, patterned top and heels.
I wait outside for him, people-watching all the folks heading into china town through the chinese gates. Eventually he arrives, making a joke as we go into the restaurant.
The restaurant is French but there are choices I can eat – i get the mussels and he orders the gnocchi and he lets me eat the mushrooms from his plate since he doesn’t like them and I have fries that he eats from mine. We shared a creme brulée for dessert.
We have good conversation about nothing = what we do for fun, movies, friends etc.
After dinner we walk around a little bit looking for a place to grab a second drink. He offers to make me a drink at his place and I decline, but we don’t find a bar to go to for that drink so I let him take me up to his place which is literally a block away from where we make that decision.
He makes us drinks and we sit on the couch and chat and drink. Then we start making out. Then the clothes start to come off, then we move to the bedroom. I swear I am really not this slutty. I just really like sex and being touched.
We have a nice round of sex and I have a good orgasm. Lucky for me we get in a second round and i come close but not before he does.
Afterward we lay in bed talking about music – he is playing an eighties playlist – and other things while he strokes my leg. I love this after part, when hands just aimlessly wander and touch, like little punctuation marks or trying to physically remember what someone feels like for later.
I eventually have to leave, but not before a bit of time looking for my underwear and my clothes which seem to have left a trail through the apartment from the living room.
He is warm and cuddly and funny and I can’t help compare to mr. charisma as a lover but he did satisfy a need. I think I will see him again if he asks.