As charming and promising as Luke is, we're far from "the discussion". We talk in some form every day, we've gone on a few dates, but there hasn't been the slightest suggestion that this is anything more than casual. Words like "future" haven't made a presence in our conversations. Aside from some very nice make-out sessions, even the physical side has been pretty much at a standstill.
Then I got another one of those emails. Unlike the many, many others I have snickered about as I hit the delete button, this one intrigued me. It wasn't just one of those, "Wow look at all we have in common" things, but something I really can't explain made me want to get to know him better.
Even as I sat in my own personal crack house waiting to meet him for the first time, I was questioning exactly why I was there. I joined the online dating world in a fit of impatience and irritation. Despite the fact that I know several very happily married couples who met through various online dating sites and some that are on their way to being part of the aforementioned happily married brigade, I didn't ever think it would be a viable option for a permanent relationship for me. I saw it more as a way to have fun until Mr. Right v 2.0 came along.
My opinion changed over a hot white chocolate mocha that took 2 hours to drink. Let me repeat that: I, the girl who lives on caffeine, who wants to create a national holiday to honor the birth of the founder of Starbucks, who can down a venti sized drink in less than 10 minutes did not touch my drink until almost an hour had passed. I was completely engrossed in conversation (although a lot of it seemed to consistent of both of us saying "me too" or "I totally agree") to the point I ignored a steaming cup of flavored caffeinated goodness sitting right in front of me.
We set a second date for two days later. For indoor rock climbing. On a second date I was willing to get all sweaty and dirty in front of him. A very, very out of character move for me. I had a slight internal conflict when we met for this date: Should I play the role of the girl and let him win or should I be my normal uber-competitive self? The beginning is as good of a time as ever for him to get used to me so I just let loose and climbed as fast as my short little legs would allow. Didn't matter, he kicked my spandex-clad ass. And he gloated about it relentlessly. Yet another trait that I found pretty damn cute.
His name is Dan. Yes, he gets a name already.
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Oh yay! Can't wait to hear about Dan!
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