Tonight was pretty good. Movie date, we saw The Other Guys, and honestly probably not the best date movie. Don’t get me wrong, Will Farrell is awesome plus Marky Mark and Michael Keaton, great combo. But not sure if the humor went well for a good date. We had a lot of laughs and Natural does have a great laugh, but now I’m a little on the fence about him.
I picture date movies to be ones that you hold hands or have some kind of physical encounter, even though it’s a bit cliché. I sat through the movie thinking “is my hand in a good spot for him to hold? Should I cross my legs?” I should have pulled some moves I learned out at the bars this weekend such as leaning over in his lap and looking up and saying something like, “I thought I dropped something, ops.” Of course those were observations from a stripper and possibly her Gator (aka pimp). I bet they’d work here though.
I was getting the excited stomach verves which was fun. But when it came to the goodnight kiss, I put too much thought into it instead of just chilling out and living in the moment. I’m second guessing myself and I can’t tell if I’m a good kisser. I know I use to be, but it’s been so long… Awkwardly enough, I started kissing my hand on the drive home, testing what it was like. While sitting at a stop light I glance over at the car next to me, doh, it was some young college girl laughing at me, fabulous. Not only am I now insecure about kissing a boy; I can’t even practice on my hand in peace. Plus, she probably took a pic or video to show to all her friends later, thank you interwebs, haha.
Natural is really great and I’d love to see where this goes, but something tells me it’s not really there, I’m not getting won over. I want to be blown away by someone and taken off guard, and he doesn’t seem to have it.
I guess it’s back to the email board for some fresh meat.
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