OK. Complete, unadulterated date review.
First off, overall he gets an 8. Lest I seem overcritical.
Pros: Opens car doors, building doors, any kinda door. Pays for dinner and drinks. (I know it's unfeminist of me. Eff that, sometimes a girl likes to feel spoiled.) We've already covered the hot part--black hair, blue eyes, sexy arms, etc. Funny, and not afraid to be a dork. Doesn't drink but doesn't moralize or mind buying me a beer or three. We've covered taste in music too, but like me he has a fondness for Bruce. Everyone we meet has nothing but the best things to say about him. He reads and talks about books and politics. Drives a black convertible Mustang (recent, not classic, but oh well) He obviously really digs me and doesn't have a problem showing it--no games.
Cons: He is at least ten years older than me.(Definitely doesn't look it) Twice divorced--eek! There's the kid--whose mom is around here somewhere. He's from Jersey and is a Yankees fan. (OK, that's a joke. Mostly!)
I like him, definitely. He's very cool and it's been such a long time that I met a guy who was not into playing some dumbass game about his interest in me, etc. But there's something missing--I'm not sure what. This phrase from Hunter Thompson's "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail" keeps running through my head--"...he needs at least one dark kinky streak of Mick Jagger running through his soul." Of course, it's probably there. And I'm probably being one of those girls who is bored by someone's complete niceness.
Then again, as Clementine in Eternal Sunshine said, "I don't need nice. I don't need to be it and I don't need anyone to be it at me." Or more appropriately, nice isn't enough.
I kissed him and it was cool, not like sparks-in-the-belly kind of wow, but certainly not the kind of kiss that makes me never want to touch you again.
He stopped by my work today to say hello. I think that's what put me off a bit. I am the kind of girl who needs space and time to herself, and if I feel like someone's going to be showing up all the time...
Then again, I am probably just completely insecure with someone who actually likes me and seems to have their shit together and generally has no faults aside from some poor decisions years ago. So I'm definitely happy about it. But as my friend Jill said when talking to me about it, I'm not giddy.
First off, overall he gets an 8. Lest I seem overcritical.
Pros: Opens car doors, building doors, any kinda door. Pays for dinner and drinks. (I know it's unfeminist of me. Eff that, sometimes a girl likes to feel spoiled.) We've already covered the hot part--black hair, blue eyes, sexy arms, etc. Funny, and not afraid to be a dork. Doesn't drink but doesn't moralize or mind buying me a beer or three. We've covered taste in music too, but like me he has a fondness for Bruce. Everyone we meet has nothing but the best things to say about him. He reads and talks about books and politics. Drives a black convertible Mustang (recent, not classic, but oh well) He obviously really digs me and doesn't have a problem showing it--no games.
Cons: He is at least ten years older than me.(Definitely doesn't look it) Twice divorced--eek! There's the kid--whose mom is around here somewhere. He's from Jersey and is a Yankees fan. (OK, that's a joke. Mostly!)
I like him, definitely. He's very cool and it's been such a long time that I met a guy who was not into playing some dumbass game about his interest in me, etc. But there's something missing--I'm not sure what. This phrase from Hunter Thompson's "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail" keeps running through my head--"...he needs at least one dark kinky streak of Mick Jagger running through his soul." Of course, it's probably there. And I'm probably being one of those girls who is bored by someone's complete niceness.
Then again, as Clementine in Eternal Sunshine said, "I don't need nice. I don't need to be it and I don't need anyone to be it at me." Or more appropriately, nice isn't enough.
I kissed him and it was cool, not like sparks-in-the-belly kind of wow, but certainly not the kind of kiss that makes me never want to touch you again.
He stopped by my work today to say hello. I think that's what put me off a bit. I am the kind of girl who needs space and time to herself, and if I feel like someone's going to be showing up all the time...
Then again, I am probably just completely insecure with someone who actually likes me and seems to have their shit together and generally has no faults aside from some poor decisions years ago. So I'm definitely happy about it. But as my friend Jill said when talking to me about it, I'm not giddy.
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twwly:
I love the breakdown of the new Mister.
bombshellbetty:
You know, I only seem to be attracted to nice guys at least 10 years older than me these days ... This guy sounds awesome, and you know sometimes the sparks show up later on. No, really.