The date.
He showed up at my apartment a little after 9 and as soon as I opened the door I started giggling and he was smiling big. Neither one us knew how each other dressed. I wear jeans and a beat up t-shirt almost every day to work, and he comes in during his lunch breaks wearing a suit and tie. He looked absolutely great standing in front of me. We exchanged cheek kisses and he went on to tell me how beautiful I looked. I grabbed my coat, said goodbye to Rufio and we headed out to explore the city.
The end. Just kidding.
You guys suggested some really great places to eat, a lot of the places had an insanely amount of people so trying to have a conversation in a crowded restaurant or waiting for one wasn’t the ideal situation for us. We walked a lot of blocks looking for anything that sounded good. We walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. Finally I said, “want to grab a pizza, some wine, possibly a dessert and just hang out at my place? We can watch a billion things on Netflix”. He raised his hand up in the air, and I’m go, “high five for good ideas?” and he goes, “high five for GREAT ideas.” So there we were, two very nicely dressed young adults high fiving in downtown Philly for a pizza date.
We got back to my flat an hour later with a giant pizza with everything on it. I kicked off my heels, rolled up my dress a little bit and crossed my legs on the couch. He started laughing, “is that your pizza stance?” I squished my face and stuck out my tongue. He followed my queue. Everything after that seemed like time froze. I always said the sexiest thing about a person is if they can carry a conversation. He gave great conversation. We talked about everything and anything. Even when I tossed a movie on Netflix it turned into Mystery Science Theater 3000 and we had a blast. The whole night was perfect.
Eventually the night caught up with him. Between his overtime in the morning and driving over two hours here the boy was tired. Add in pizza, laughs, wine, and endless choices on Netflix he fell asleep while he was actually talking and still holding his wine glass around 3am. It was actually really adorable, and somewhat impressive. I threw the blanket over him, sat a cup of water on the table with a post it that read: “drink me” and went to my room. I fell asleep instantly.
I woke up early in a panic. I had a breakfast date with my niece and her friends that I completely spaced on. I had to pick her up in 15 minutes from her mom’s. I grabbed anything that smelled like a human, tossed my hair in a bun while simultaneously wiping eyeliner off I wore the night before on my sleeve. I was putting my shoes on until I looked over at my couch. I forgot about the boy who was now looking at me bent over, with smeared make up, holding my keys and wallet in my mouth. He sat up, waving around the glass of water I left for him.
I threw my keys at him and said, “theres a new toothbrush in my bag in the bathroom, a Superman t-shirt you can wear on the back of my chair. We’re going to take five 7 year olds to breakfast, they might eat us alive, I can’t guarantee you safety. Only waffles. You can choose or accept this mission without me feeling offended, I had a great night either way”. He got up, straightened out his clothes and started walking toward the door. I thought that was it. He had enough of hanging out with me and maybe I looked that incredibly horrible to him that as soon as I gave him an exit he was taking it. He stood in front of me, told me my shirt was inside out, kissed me and said, “Good Morning”.
So there we were, 8 in the morning, had our first kiss and about to go on our second date to my nieces tea party. Safety wasn’t guaranteed, alcohol wasn’t going to be within reach, and he still wanted to stick around. That boy got to have all the waffles this morning.
All of them.
