I just got home from my first First Date in eight months. I met CR at a boba place in a suburb of Tulsa. I am seemingly incapable of getting anywhere on time, ever. I was twenty minutes late, and felt like such a prick for keeping him waiting. I did text to let him know I was running behind, he was very nice about it. Told me not to rush, drive safe, all that good stuff.
I got there, he was already inside. We ordered drinks and sat down to talk. He asked if he could sit beside me, instead of opposite, I said of course he could. But the seat was a long bench, and very low to the ground. That’s fine when you have short legs like I do. But CR is 6’6″, and it wasn’t long before he switched seats and was across from me. When he moved away I wasn’t sure if it was the seat height, or a desire to put distance between us.
We started out with basic questions – where were you born, what do your parents do, do you have siblings, etc. He would ask me questions, but interrupt my answers to ask follow ups. At first I found that irritating, but then I started asking him questions, and interrupting his answers to ask follow ups. I realized that that’s just his conversational style. He moves quickly, but I can keep up.
There was very little touching, just hands a couple of times. He asked to see my nails – I always have very long acrylics with some sort of fun nail art. He picked up my hand to look at them. He had nice hands, smaller than I thought they would be.
We delved into some deeper subjects; previous relationships, current relationships, sexual proclivities. Nothing that made me uncomfortable. I consider myself a sex-positive person, so if the vibe is good (and the other person isn’t creepy) I am generally happy with talking about it.
He was more attractive than he had looked in his pictures. I liked his eyes and his smile. He has long hair, I liked that too. He asked about my facial hair preferences. I told him that my main preference is that the guy likes his own face, feels confident about it. Then I confessed that I am particularly attracted to men with beards. He has one. It’s a good one. I told him that in general, what I am most attracted to is confidence, a person’s grooming choices are their own. I told him I wouldn’t be asking him about his body hair preferences on women, because I wasn’t interested in the answer.
There was a deck of Uno cards on our table. We played five hands. After I won the first two, he asked if I wanted to play for a wager. I asked what he wanted to bet, he said whoever won should get to see the last 30 photos on the loser’s phone. This was low stakes for me, I haven’t taken a risqué picture in a long time. I agreed. I won the third hand, and now I’ve seen two photos of his penis. He won the fourth hand, I let him see a photo of my ass, that seemed fair. He approved. I won the fifth hand. I’m still deciding what he owes me for losing.
Hanging out with CR was easy. From some of things he said I can tell that we both have the same flavor of anxiety. I’m ok with that, I know how to mitigate it. The types of reassurances that are needed to soothe the other person.
After two and a half hours of coffee, Uno, and talking, we ended our date. He walked me to my car and we hugged goodbye. I would have liked to have kissed him, I think, but I didn’t make that move, and neither did he. I had a good time, he’s intelligent and attractive. I hope to see him again sometime. We didn’t make any future plans, though. So I guess we’ll see what happens next. Either way, I enjoyed my afternoon, and I got to kick his ass at Uno. And see his dick.
Fat and Slutty 