We text a bit during the week – he tells me I am amazing and that he would be interested in seeing me again. Gosh he makes me feel so desired.

I am not sure I have time so make no commitments but then realize I am free early in the week. I ping him and ask if he has dinner plans. He asks if this is dinner or dinner +. I say dinner + would be fun but that I need to make it an early night.

He texts back saying he is pounding YES as hard as he can into his phone. I laugh. So I pick a spot and we agree to meet – I say I need to do early – he thinks its because I am a player and have another later date. Mostly its because I have an early doctor appointment the next day and don’t want to be out late. I am not that booked up.

Finally Monday comes and I arrive at the restaurant early – as usual. I sit outside waiting – it is lovely outside, so I lean my head back, close my eyes and think about this past week. I have had sex 3 times. I am day dreaming. He texts me that he made a pass by and is parking.

Finally he walks up – he has dressed up a bit for the occasion. I am flattered. We go in and sit. We catch up on the week and eventually order after being interrupted several times by overeager waters. This is a tapas place with sangria which I hate so I don’t drink at all this evening. And he doesn’t drink either. He jokes that he doesn’t drink, do drugs but fucks like a bunny.

Dinner comes and we joke around, talking about seeing each other, the people we know in common, our work, stuff on the internet. It’s a date. We have a lot in common and both seem genuinely interested in each other. 

It’s too bad he doesn’t live here.

Eventually we finish eating and he pays.

I ask if he wants to walk around a little, digest and we do a loop around a few blocks. It is still so early and light out. Then I ask if he wants to come back to my place.

Of course he says yes. I feel comfortable enough with him to bring him home. I think it would be more fun than doing another hotel room – although that was nice to be able to just go in, make a mess and leave.

We go to his car and then make a stop along the way for condoms. I have some at home, but these guys all have different tastes on what size, what material etc they like so I want that choice to be theirs. I can’t seem to tell any difference from one to another.

Anyway, we get to my house and i give him the grand tour. He is suitably impressed by the giant machine in the garage and all the books in my office. We eventually make our way upstairs and have a great time. He is great. Cuddly, funny, a good kisser and he likes to touch and be touched. We spend time talking and basking in the afterglow. He is super complimentary about my body and how much it turns him on. He even gives me a hard time about the pushup bra I wore for cleavage – they make me feel sexy, but apparently he is into the natural look.

Afterward he likes to cuddle and not just fall asleep which I really appreciate. I have to clarify that I am not going out on another date when he leaves but that I wanted to get a good night sleep for the doctor the next day. 

Eventually he has to leave and there are a lot of last hugs and kisses since I don’t when I will see him again.

He follows up with super thoughtful and touching texts later that evening.

[[postscript – he texts me while I am out of town at the end of the week, telling me what a great time he had both times and that he wants to see me again next time he is in town.

He is getting on the plane off to his next city. I wonder what kind of hookup experience he will have there and if his girlfriend at home knows about all these liaisons.