7 Dates on 7 Nights Vol. I: Sunday

 So last night I went out on a movie date with a dude from the West End. We hadn't really had much contact since the first time we spoke but he seemed like a genuinely nice guy so when he asked me out I happily obliged. Initially we planned to go out on a double date (which I was apprehensive about, considering they were his friends; and more specifically his friend and his girlfriend) but Sunday afternoon rolled around and when I sent him a text to see if we were still on he had mentioned it would be just he and I that evening. Relief flooded my body instantaneously. OK, I can deal with this.

 

 Needless to say I spent the remainder of the day primping and preening. Earlier I had gotten a manicure/pedicure so all I really had to take care of was showering, shaving (hey, you never know, right?), and making sure whatever I was gonna wear was immaculately clean and pressed. I ended up wearing black stiletto peep toe pumps with a tight pencil skirt and a cute ruffled blouse. Naturally, I coupled that with matching black bra and lace panties (hey, you never know, right?).

 Around a quarter to 9, he called me telling me that he was downstairs. I grabbed my bag and proceeded down to the lobby. As I stepped out of the elevator and walked toward the main entrance I turned my swag on, word to Soulja Boy. I took a quick glance at the mirror adjacent to the mailboxes in the lobby, flicked my hair, licked my lips and strutted toward his vehicle waiting outside my complex. I felt bad as hell.

 We arrived at the movie theater about an hour later and decided to catch the last showing of 'He Is Just Not That Into You' (hmmm). When we entered the theater he suggested we go to the very back (hmmm) so I humored him and we took our seats moments before the lights dimmed. We made small talk during the previews and I could tell he was nervous. It was cute though. 

 Throughout the movie we made the mandatory color commentary and loosened up a bit. I caught him looking at me on more than a few occasions and all I could do was smile. There's something about this dude that's attractive and charming as hell to me. At one point he had asked to hold my hand. I thought his request was somewhat strange because if he would have done so without asking I probably would have done it anyways but I guess he needed that reassurance.

 We both had work in the morning so we agreed it would be best for him to take me home instead of opting to have a few drinks and bullshit at the bar for a while. He was very respectful the whole night and it made me feel very safe and comfortable to be in his company. In some respects he made me feel like I was 16 again; and that's not a bad thing. As the night drew to a close and we pulled up to my building he motioned to kiss me... and I actually let him. To anyone that knows me personally, they know I'm not the biggest advocate of this at all... hell, I don't even share my blunts. Something about the situation just felt right so I threw caution to the wind and just went for it; and I'm glad I did. He was an amazing kisser and left me wanting more. 

 We ended up talking on the phone tonight for a bit and discussed a second date. 

In Conclusion...

 I was pleasantly surprised to find that not all men in this city are lame. I would never have thought that this dude was my type but if I just open myself up to more possibilities I can easily find someone who is worth my time and energy. I'm not necessarily looking for anything serious right now but he's definitely someone I can kick it with; so we'll see what happens.