I walked into the Tavern with many expectations in my mind, but that did not stop me from primping myself for an hour before heading up to meet him. My cousin had told me about him a few months before and I had decided he was not my type. There was no way I would date a 27 year old man that was into video games and had no hair on the top of his head, but here I was anyways, three months later meeting him at Danielle’s 27th birthday party.
I find Danielle sitting with a group of friends, hug her, and wish her a happy birthday. I glance over and there he obviously is, bald as can be with a goatee. It is a dark blonde with a bit of red in it. My first thought, “Maybe we can make ginger babies one day”. He is wearing a blue button up shirt with a black skinny tie; it looks like he spent some time getting ready to meet me too. I sit down at the table with two people in between us. I introduce myself and make sure to keep eye contact. That is my only flirting trick, eye contact. He keeps eye contact with me and I can tell he took the bate. As I wait for my drink to arrive I make sure to not give him too much attention and make conversation with the other gentleman at the table. (Okay I guess I had two flirting tricks up my sleeve, eye contact and ignoring him).
After I finish my first drink the group decides to go to a bar up the road. It is here that our interaction really started to heat up. I made him buy me a long island so I could get my buzz on so I could ask him to dance to the ridiculous music that was playing (that popular hip hop crap). We got out onto the dance floor and only danced for a song or two when we bot confessed that we hated dancing. Then we decided to go out to his car for a breath of fresh air. I could tell he was excited to show me his convertible. It was an ice blue Mitsubishi (He says it was silver). That did not earn points in my book since I like buying American made cares, but I let that pass. I mean hey, he didn’t like dancing either.
Maybe it was the fresh air, the horrible dancing or maybe the alcohol but it was out there that we shared our first kiss. I must confess it was a little bit of a sloppy first kiss, but we both seemed to be feeling it. He pushed me up against his foreign car and grabbed my waist. I felt him pressing up against me as we kissed when my friend walked up, “Hey it looks like its getting a little too hot in heavy out here in the parking lot,”. Our first kiss was interrupted but it was still a kiss that eventually had us both coming back for more.
We went back inside and decided that we wanted to see more of each other. We planned our first date for nine days later. We were going to go to the Renaissance Festival. Little did we know that that would be the first date of many.