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Dating experiences with an edgy twist

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June 2013

Pros and cons of the one I like…

Mark POF doctor sales guy chestJustin and I are going on our third date. It’s been only 2 weeks since our 1st date but we talk everyday. I am starting to really like him. It’s funny on my online dating profile I said that I want to date but nothing serious. I want my freedom to do what I want without feeling guilty. I’ve dated plenty of men and it’s always been NEXT until Justin. Something about him-maybe it was that on his dating profile he wanted a long-term relationship. Hmmm…Could I do that? Could I be with just one guy?

He’s great on paper and in real life better. I’ve never met someone who I feel such a connection with. I start weighing the pros and cons. Pros: He has his act together, a great family, loves his daughters & they love him, a steady job that he is passionate about, he’s a builder, he is an ISEC (I made it up) Intellectual Stimulating Eye Candy, very affectionate (never had someone so touchy feel in my life-I love it), gentlemen (opens my car door). and I love being with him.

Cons: He is a Scorpio like me-very emotional. He’s controlling-he likes things done his way-Alfa-just like me-how can 2 queens run the castle? He analyzes everything to death vs. me-I am extremely impulsive-how can we get along in the long run? Yin and Yang. He’s older than me-I know 3 years but he is in a different decade. He loves women who are well endowed-I am not, I am small & perky. I think the last one is a major factor, because I am feeling insecure that I will never measure up to his ideal woman. I can see that driving us apart…

My walls will go up to protect myself and I will become unglued. It’s not going to be pretty. Even though he says it’s the whole package I can’t help but think that he’s just saying that to appease me…

Hmmmm…What’s a girl to do?

The Second Date-best ever…

Air Hockey I
Air Hockey I (Photo credit: Crashworks)

Saturday night I had the best first date ever with Justin Logan. I can’t help myself the impulsive girl that I am. I text him the next day and ask if he is allowed to go out on a school night. He replies with a grin, yes. So we meet for a casual fun evening at Boston Billiards. Now I will tell you right off the bat I can’t play pool but after a few cocktails I am a little better. Air hockey? I am queen. Fooze ball I suck but it’s fun to play.

I tell him that I will be shooting basketball hoops and to meet me at the little arcade. I am doing okay until he distracts me. I thought for a tall guy 6’1″ he would be a wiz at basketball but no. He gives me a hug. What a great hugger he is. Hmmm…We chit chatt for a few and then I suggest pool. We play for 2 hours and only 2 games. Apparently other things got in the way. We talk, laugh and flirt for most of it. Every time I go to line up my balls he would close in for the kill. “Go away you are making me nervous” I tell him. Geeze Louise-he is so beautiful I feel like a school girl around him. I think he knows how he can captivate his audience. He is vain and has an ego the size of Mt Everest…but he is fun to flirt with…

We are acting like kids-just laughing and carrying on. We are all over each other. There are sexual undertones going on. I ask him if he wants to play a few games of air hockey. He says yes. Hmmmm…He is in for a surprise.  I am going to whoop his ass…he deserves being brought down a few notches…

First game I win 7 to 4 next I win 7-0. Justin is a good loser. It’s getting late and I ask him if he wants to have a make out session in his truck. I know this is childish but I can’t help myself. We are in the middle of no where and I am curious to see what he is like.

Well when we finally say good night we both agreed that it was the best second date ever…That Justin Logan is one mighty fine kisser…

Jane meets her Tarzan…

Old Joshua & Rocks, Joshua Tree NP 4-13-13
Old Joshua & Rocks, Joshua Tree NP 4-13-13 (Photo credit: inkknife_2000)

scottf zoosk for SerenaFor the past year and a half. I have dated men that are much younger than myself. I am not talking a few years but closer to 10-20 years younger. I feel they have their whole lives in front of them and aren’t bitter. Well it’s been an experience to say the least. I call it NEXT!

30 NEXT’s later, I am scrolling through the online dating site looking at men when I happen across an older man-3 years older than me. A few weeks ago I would never even look at someone in his age bracket (next decade over) but something about his kind eyes stopped me in my tracks. He is extremely handsome. I read his profile-I could tell he’s very analytical/detailed oriented by the way he describes his detailed workout at the gym. One minus against him, but he’s beautiful and he plays guitar. I am drawn to good looking artistic men. I am smitten.

I click the favorite button-meaning I add him to my list of men I like. As soon as I do he replies with a Hi. That is extremely quick-I didn’t expect him to reply so quickly or at all.

We converse with a few emails then I give him my cell # and tell him to call me with his vocal chords. The soothing sound of the voice is huge for me. If his voice irritates me as finger nails on a black board then I can’t date him. Can a man so beautiful have such a horrible voice? Hopefully he isn’t a high talker or low talker or cigarette sounding talker or…

He calls and he has a masculine voice-deep, like a baritone, but soothing. We talk for over an hour-good sign. Okay cute, intelligent and has a sexy voice. Hmmm…

Next step; getting together. He invites me to see a local band on Saturday night. I make sure that I look hot, have my hair done, wear my sexy little turquoise mini-skirt. I look mighty fine, I must admit. I get to the bar early and text him that I am sitting at the outside bar. A few minutes later I turn and I see him walking towards me. My heart skips a beat. He is absolutely beautiful-model quality. Now I am nervous. We smile, sum each other up and give each other a hug.

His name is Justin. He looks like a Justin. Tall, athletically built not overbuilt just right. He is a gentlemen. He pulls out the chair for me to sit. I am not accustom to this type of treatment. Younger men don’t care if you sit or not. I suppose I can get use to it.

We have dinner, watch the band, talked about everything. At one point I see my phone on his phone so I put it in my bag. Apparently it’s his, we both have two phones that are identical and both carry two phones our business and our personal. That is fate. Hmmm…

He tells me he can dance so I egg him onto the dance floor and we dance. Very sexy. We danced the night away. After the band stopped playing he asks if I want to go to another dance spot. Of course. As we are walking a group of guys come towards us and he grabs my hand. Hmmm…Nice.

Close to 1 am, we call it a night. He walks me to my car-hand in hand, which is parked about a good distance away. I feel safe and secure with him. He asks if I want to get together again. Most definitely. We both agree it is the best first date ever. At the car as he says goodnight and kisses me. The perfect kiss…I am hooked…

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