Much to my surprise (well, not really) there was a surprising amount of interest in my date on Saturday night. So, let's talk about Jen. :-) I went to a party the previous Saturday, and that was where I met her. We sat at the bar and chatted for a while. I found her attractive, but I especially liked her fashion sense. She dressed like a combination bohemian, rogue, belly-dancer, and pirate . . . and it worked! She lives in New York City, so perhaps that shouldn't surprise me. Before I left, we exchanged some contact information, and then started e-mailing over the next few days.
And then we started talking on the phone. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed those late-night laying in bed phone conversations! And yes, she responded very nicely to my voice. We were enjoying each other's company, which is something else I had forgotten. So, she mentioned: she was coming down to Reading the next weekend. Could we get together for dinner or some-such? Before we knew it, I called it a "date" . . . and she responded well to that!
I know I am an acquired taste with women. Not every woman finds me attractive. I've met with women that were incredibly interested in e-mail, but upon meeting me quickly suggested that we just be friends. I reminded myself that Jen and I had already met at the party . . . but then I remembered that the lights were dim. I know these sorts of anxieties are silly, but they are what they are.
So, we met at a mall for a few hours of roaming-and-talking, and a linner/dunch. It didn't take long before we were kissing. It didn't take long before we had our arms around each other. I am very tactile -- I like to touch, I like to kiss -- and while she had some anxieties about that, she adapted pretty quickly. And, yes, I thought she was beautiful! The way she looked at me, I swear she was glowing . . . and I could feel the ear-to-ear smile on my face that never seemed to diminish.
And the kissing? We kissed a lot. I gently rubbed my face into her cheek and then kissed her again. I kissed her neck, wanting to hear her purr. And then I looked in her eyes and I looked at her smile. Anxiety? Now, where did that go? This was perfect!
By the way, she revealed at one point that she hadn't been quite honest about her age. It turned out that she was about ten years older than she had let on. When she told me this, I had a huge grin on my face: the last few days, I had been thinking that I wished she was older! Like I said: this was perfect!
Then, we went to a movie. We chose a movie that didn't particularly interest me: it was good and I did enjoy myself, but it was nothing I thought about seeing. We spent a LOT of time kissing and touching. I had my arms around her the entire time, except when she was putting her arms around me and caressing my shoulders. After the movie, there was the question of if I could go back with her to Reading. She had a king's size bed in her motel room, after all. I had to decline: I had an incredibly busy (and rather early) Sunday.
As I was driving home, I was blasting music and singing along at the top of my lungs. I was so happy I was laughing. At the same time, I was kicking myself for declining going with her.
We spoke on the phone that night. We spoke the next evening. "Getting to know each other" should, after all, take a nice and long time.
She is a speech therapist. She has an established career and has no intention of leaving New York City. She is a singer with several bands and sometimes hosts jam sessions. She told me that if I ever showed up for a jam session, she would find a place for me -- handing me a tambourine or some-such. We're not talking about getting married and having kids. She will not be moving in with me! We're enjoying what we have, and we both appreciate the limitations that distance puts on us. There are a million directions this might go, but right this moment I have a good feeling about it all.
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