three dates.

He had three first names and a blazer, and ate pasta at coffee. His eyes were bright but not colored, brown but not dull, and his humor was sharp and immediate. I liked him. Date two we had conversation over mushroom cheese risotto and I started letting my insecurities show. But the chemistry was undeniably kinetic and I have never been shy with words, so I said so; used words like: Excited. Impressed. Potential; touched knees, held hands, and kissed. We talked of needs and dreams and archetypes; and again I mentioned faith . . . and he mentioned how he knew my pastor, was close friends with the founder of my church, and had a deep and profound connection to God. And I breathed deeply. . . I smiled fully . . . and began to tingle inside. The dessert was hot chocolate soufflé: Intimate, delicate, and sensual; fingers and tongue touching and licking the curves and bends of chocolate silk. It was delicious. Date three we talked of sex (after sharing a glass of Milk); we spoke of exes and role play, of dildoes and status, of condoms and hickeys, and how long we are willing to wait. We discussed self respect and integrity; and the integration of sex and love. He told me clearly that he likes me and that he looks forward to what’s in store. We haven’t had date four yet, and who know if we ever will. The dating world is unpredictable, and signs are often misread. But there is a message from him on my service, as there has been one almost every day since we met. He has three first names and a blazer, with brown hair that always looks blond. He’s confident in a way that’s almost cocky, with the introspective monologue of an only child. He likes me and I like him, but who knows where we will go from there.