The Weekend Recap
Whew....best weekend EVAR? Not quite...maybe if the Panthers had won.
Friday
I was off on Friday, so I was afforded some time to unpack, get things straight, and just relax. I was able to take a run by the lake. I'm telling you, its like heaven to be able to walk out your door, take off down the road, and be running around a scenic lake within 2 minutes.
That night, The Advertising Chick came over, bearing gifts of pizza and wine, a Syrah and a Pinot Noir. Good girl. We opened the Syrah and chattted for a while. Opened the bottle of Pinot and chatted for a bit longer. Then, and since the euphemism has gained popular status, we hung pictures. I hung two myself, and she hung three, maybe four...I couldn't really tell because they were hung so close together. Heh...aren't I the clever one. Anyway, nothing like a good euphemism...or in this case, innuendo.
Saturday
The Advertising Chick stayed over and we each hung another picture. Now, having been in commited relationships for the past 8 years, I had forgotten how awkward those morning after's can be. Especially when one has things to do, places to run, football games to watch. I'm not sure how to politely say, Last night was great, but its time for you to leave. Hmm...I debated...maybe, Well, I'm getting ready to watch the UNC - State game.......alone. No, a little too harsh, methinks. I finally ended up telling a whopping lie by saying that I had my dad coming over to watch the game, and she took the hint. Maybe a bit callous, certainly dishonest, but at the same time, presumptuous on her part to feel that I didn't have things I wanted to do on Saturday. Hate me if you must.
Gametime. Prepare for the worst. Worst does not happen. UNC wins. I'm still ecstatic.
Was able to get my run in. Did I mention I have a lake next door?
Saturday night was uneventful. I never heard from Sal and Jenny NoName. Ended up talking on the phone to The Nursing Student.
Sunday
Date with The Nursing Student. We decided to meet at a quaint little cafe in Chapel Hill called Caffe Driade. Very cool place and damn good coffee. We have great conversation...I'm not sure there's a half-second lull between topics and we happen to have a lot in common...in fact, we have a metric fuckton in common. I'm pretty sure she's 24 year old, female me. After 3 good hours of coffee, bathroom breaks, and talking, we figure its time to eat. She suggests sushi. I'm floored. Now, in 19 years of dating, I've never...ever...been with someone who liked sushi. I'm liking her more and more. We head over to Brier Creek to the sushi place over there. Yes, yes, I know that's the ex-wife's stomping grounds, but I really didn't give a shit. Conversation is still rolling...crazy laughs and lots of flirting. Finish up dinner and we both feel that the date shouldn't end, so I suggest more coffee (as if I'm not bloated enough), and we head over to Caribou. Sip on an espresso and we're having a ball making fun of the dorks at the table next to us playing Magic: The Gathering. I'm not sure if a Rock Giant can beat a Black Dragon, but its funny as fuck to hear this bunch arguing about it. At this point, we are practically on top of one another...legs essentially entwined. Now, let me pause here and qualify the physical closeness (as well as what's coming up). We've been talking for a couple weeks...some deep conversations. There is an attraction there that's been building. So, back to the story. We close the coffee shop down and decide to head back to her place, as she's recorded the season premiere of Desperate Housewives. When we get there, we start to kiss. And kiss a little more. We never watch the show.
Epilogue - Monday
I drive home from Chapel Hill. I'm pretty sure I'm a man-slut. But I like this one, so that has to count for something, right? Right? Hello?
Friday
I was off on Friday, so I was afforded some time to unpack, get things straight, and just relax. I was able to take a run by the lake. I'm telling you, its like heaven to be able to walk out your door, take off down the road, and be running around a scenic lake within 2 minutes.
That night, The Advertising Chick came over, bearing gifts of pizza and wine, a Syrah and a Pinot Noir. Good girl. We opened the Syrah and chattted for a while. Opened the bottle of Pinot and chatted for a bit longer. Then, and since the euphemism has gained popular status, we hung pictures. I hung two myself, and she hung three, maybe four...I couldn't really tell because they were hung so close together. Heh...aren't I the clever one. Anyway, nothing like a good euphemism...or in this case, innuendo.
Saturday
The Advertising Chick stayed over and we each hung another picture. Now, having been in commited relationships for the past 8 years, I had forgotten how awkward those morning after's can be. Especially when one has things to do, places to run, football games to watch. I'm not sure how to politely say, Last night was great, but its time for you to leave. Hmm...I debated...maybe, Well, I'm getting ready to watch the UNC - State game.......alone. No, a little too harsh, methinks. I finally ended up telling a whopping lie by saying that I had my dad coming over to watch the game, and she took the hint. Maybe a bit callous, certainly dishonest, but at the same time, presumptuous on her part to feel that I didn't have things I wanted to do on Saturday. Hate me if you must.
Gametime. Prepare for the worst. Worst does not happen. UNC wins. I'm still ecstatic.
Was able to get my run in. Did I mention I have a lake next door?
Saturday night was uneventful. I never heard from Sal and Jenny NoName. Ended up talking on the phone to The Nursing Student.
Sunday
Date with The Nursing Student. We decided to meet at a quaint little cafe in Chapel Hill called Caffe Driade. Very cool place and damn good coffee. We have great conversation...I'm not sure there's a half-second lull between topics and we happen to have a lot in common...in fact, we have a metric fuckton in common. I'm pretty sure she's 24 year old, female me. After 3 good hours of coffee, bathroom breaks, and talking, we figure its time to eat. She suggests sushi. I'm floored. Now, in 19 years of dating, I've never...ever...been with someone who liked sushi. I'm liking her more and more. We head over to Brier Creek to the sushi place over there. Yes, yes, I know that's the ex-wife's stomping grounds, but I really didn't give a shit. Conversation is still rolling...crazy laughs and lots of flirting. Finish up dinner and we both feel that the date shouldn't end, so I suggest more coffee (as if I'm not bloated enough), and we head over to Caribou. Sip on an espresso and we're having a ball making fun of the dorks at the table next to us playing Magic: The Gathering. I'm not sure if a Rock Giant can beat a Black Dragon, but its funny as fuck to hear this bunch arguing about it. At this point, we are practically on top of one another...legs essentially entwined. Now, let me pause here and qualify the physical closeness (as well as what's coming up). We've been talking for a couple weeks...some deep conversations. There is an attraction there that's been building. So, back to the story. We close the coffee shop down and decide to head back to her place, as she's recorded the season premiere of Desperate Housewives. When we get there, we start to kiss. And kiss a little more. We never watch the show.
Epilogue - Monday
I drive home from Chapel Hill. I'm pretty sure I'm a man-slut. But I like this one, so that has to count for something, right? Right? Hello?
posted by sethro at 8:52:00 AM
1 Comments:
my lord man, take it easy there.... new house, lots of picture hanging... you're not that young anymore... ;)
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