What happens after the first meet can be really important because it can help gauge interest level. After my date with Meg Ryan Friday night, I was the one who initiated texts to her over the next three days (As always, names have been changed to protect the guilty – maybe!). I was hoping to see her do more.
Then on Tuesday night, I asked her if it was a convenient time to call her. She said that she was cooking diner but would call me later. Sure enough, about a half hour later, she called me! We had a nice little telephone date. She did mention during our conversation that I looked young. This could suggest attraction – youth is another word for beauty.
At the end of the call, I asked if she wanted a date on Friday night. She said that she had plans with a girlfriend, but might be able to see me Saturday night, depending on whether or not a new tutoring job went through for her. I said, “Okay.” However, between you and me, I really don’t like maybe dates.
After the call, she sent me a picture of her butterfly vine in front of her house. We both like butterflies, we have talked about this before. She seems to be very excited after our telephone dates. Perhaps I give good phone?
The following morning she initiated a text for the first time since our first date, wishing my day was going well. I’ll continue dating Meg, she’s showing some signs of kindness and love level.
Later in the week, Meg started initiating texts to me everyday. She was really starting to show some interest. Also, we solidified a date for Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, when Saturday rolled around, I had a splitting headache. I did what few sane men in the universe who like a beautiful woman would do – I did not want to go. We rescheduled the date for Sunday instead.
On Sunday, I felt great, so the second date was on! We decided on a walking date to the beach. Meg is athletic and likes to walk, and does not live far from the beach. So I put on my shorts, my super light-weight walking shoes and suntan lotion, grabbed a couple of bottles of water, and drove over to her tropical house.
I think Meg is a sweet lady, and because I felt guilty for changing the date at the last minute on Saturday, I bought Meg two-dozen roses. I don’t normally give gifts early in dating, but I thought I would go out on a limb here a little. It’s not smart for men to buy gifts in the first couple of months, it does not raise interest, and can be a waste of money. However, sometimes you have to break the rules and improvise.
I pulled up in Meg’s palm tree-lined driveway, and walked up to the front door with flowers in hand. She greeted me at the door, and we kissed. She thanked me for the beautiful flowers, and then she put them in a vase. She really liked those flowers, and would send me pictures of them for the next two days as they continued to bloom. Meg was wearing spandex and was just as beautiful as I remembered her from date one, perhaps even more so.
Meg gave me the grand tour of her little Florida cottage house. It was very well decorated and clean. Her yard was complete with pretty landscaping and trees. She took me into her backyard to show me her brother’s tortoises that she adopted, it was feeding time. They were odd, but cute.
We went back into the house and I tried to coax her two cats out of hiding with Jim Carrey baby-talk. Maybe cats don’t like Jim Carrey – who would have thunk it? One kitty came out from behind the couch a few times to take a look at me, and then he would disappear again behind the couch. I finally coaxed the cat out one more time to sniff my hand, and she briefly rolled on the floor in front of me as if to flirt with me. That was as sociable as I could get this pretty kitty to be, because this snow-white kitty with one green eye and one blue eye just did not seem to be warming up to me. They say it takes two years for kids to warm up to a parent’s new partner. I’m wondering how long it takes for cats?
After the grand tour of Meg’s house, she realized she did not have any pockets in her spandex pants, so what could she do with her money, credit cards and telephone? That’s where a boyfriend comes in. I put her items in my pockets and carried them for her.
We started walking to the beach. Even though Meg is five-foot six inches, and I’m six-foot with a longer stride, Meg was walking just as fast as I was! She is so energetic, and in shape, practically skipping down the street. She’s bubbly and a socially butterfly and would often wave and say “Hello” to people along the way. It was a beautiful clear day, a nice day for a walk indeed. When I said something sarcastic to her, she touched my shoulder – it was a perfect excuse for her to show interest by touching me. During part of our walk, Meg would walk in the street instead of on the sidewalk like a normal human. She said, “I like my space!” This one is a little spit-fire! She’s an adult and I’m not a control freak, so if Meg wants to walk in the street, that’s the way it will be.
We spotted several Iguanas on our journey, sunning themselves on the grass. Occasionally she would request that I hand her telephone to her that I carried in my back pocket. It feels as if we have been married for five years. From time-to-time, I would jokingly ask how far it was to this restaurant on the beach, this oasis. She would say we only have a little bit father to go, and then we would still be walking, seemingly forever – Meg is a big kidder!
We finally made our way down along the beach toward Flanigain’s restaurant. The water was sparkling and the sweet salt air beckoned us to watch the splendor unfold. When we arrived at the restaurant across from the fishing pier, we choose a table outside, complete with a colorful umbrella.
When we were planning this date on the telephone, I told Meg that I liked a dish this restaurant prepared, called Lemon-Pepper Tilapia. They also have Lemon Chicken and Pasta. Meg is a seafood lover and thought she could get them to make something special for her, Lemon Shrimp and Pasta. By the way, I am on a seafood diet – when I see-food, I eat it! She had her mind set, Meg was determined to make this happen. If they would not make this dish, we decided I would order the Lemon-Pepper Tilapia with extra sauce on the side which she could pour on her shrimp.
When the waitress came around to take our order, she refused Meg’s request for the shrimp with special sauce, and Meg politely insisted, so the waitress summoned the manager. The manager also refused her request, and pointed to words on the menu which read, “No substitutions” – how rude! Undaunted, we exercised plan B – Meg ordered Shrimp Scampy with no sauce, and I ordered the Lemon-Pepper Tilapia with extra sauce on the side. When our food arrived, I gave her my extra sauce and she poured it over her shrimp and pasta, and voilà – for the first time in history at Flanigain’s, the new entrée Lemon Shrimp and Pasta was born! We toasted to our success! Meg also bragged to the waitress, “See, see! I told you I would get my dish, I told you so!” Wateva wateva, I do what I want! What a wonderful Drewish princess moment!
I ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye Meg looking at me, I don’t think she liked that I ordered a drink because of her late brother’s passing due to a drug overdose. I shared the Lemon Shrimp Pasta with her, and it was to die for! Meg has vowed to make this dish at home in the future. We saw a weird, dilapidated old purple van driven by a creepy character go past the restaurant several times, and we both had a good laugh about that!
After our fantastic meal, we Ubered back to Meg’s beach house, and settled on the couch to watch television and be silly together. I tried to coax her kitty out from behind the couch, but at this point, let’s face it – her cats just don’t like me, which is unusual. Usually animals love me. Meg did get her snow-white kitty with one green eye and one blue eye to play with her. She started rubbing the cats fur backwards and making a fuss over him, she really manhandled that cat! I was surprised, usually cats don’t like their fur rubbed the wrong way. Is this woman Chester the molester?
Jokingly, I blurted out, “Let’s get drunk and get tattoos!” You just never know what Jim Carrey, my alter-ego, will say! She did reveal that once, she actually did get drunk with a girlfriend and got a tattoo! She pulled her pants down a little to show me a small tattoo on her lower abdomen. I told her I did not have any tattoos. I would like to get one on my backside that reads, “If you can read this, you are too close!”
While watching television, Meg was on the opposite side of the couch, but leaning toward me. She always leans toward me, which is good, inviting, open body language which screams, “I like you!” Talk is cheap but actions scream. I made a couple of subtle passes, touching her shoulder, but she did not reciprocate the gesture.
We talked about movies. Meg likes most movies, but does not like science fiction. She does like horror movies however, and those go well on my sensurround home theater. It’s all ’bout dat sauce, and all ’bout dat bass!
I did not want to wear out my welcome, so I left early. It’s usually better if the guy leaves first in the early stages. Playing hard to get is good, because most men move too fast and are smothering. Like a good Hollywood movie which leaves you hanging, always leave them wanting more!
However, we found it hard to leave each other, which is very cute-cute. I stepped outside, and she just had to show me her Halloween decorations, and her butterfly vine which attracts Zebra butterflies. Finally, I reached for Meg, gave her a kiss on the lips, and Meg gwabbed me in a bear hug and we just held each other for the longest time! It was not just a hug, it was a beautiful embrace, a cuddle-fest. I liked it so much I went back for a second helping and we kissed and held each other again for way too long which is oh-so right before I headed on home – absolutely adorable!
Meg texted and sent a picture of the roses the day after the date. I texted her on Tuesday, she called me, and we set up date three.
If things continue the way they are going, perhaps I’ll bag a cute wittle social worker girlfriend. It remains to be seen whether or not Meg will fall for me totally, but this is certainly the way a great relationship which can stand the test of time begins. Paradise sometimes happens, if only you’ll believe.
