Well like I said, it was a terrible idea looking back, but I felt really comfortable with this guy right away. We arrive to my apartment and we both get out of the car, and I suddently blurt out, "I gotta change shoes. Like now." He bashfully said ok, and asked if he should wait in the car or outside on the steps. I liked that he was so polite, but it was raining so I told him to come in. I had him sit down and watch tv while I ran to the back of my apartment to my bedroom to change shoes. It was also at this time that I realized how badly I had to go to the bathroom.
I went in my bathroom and tried to be very discreet but--oops--I remembered my door didn't shut all the way! Oh my God. I didn't want this man to hear anything my God what is he thinking, "wow this girl is odd." WELL HE BE RIGHT. Because I swear I spent 10 minutes NOT going to the bathroom trying to figure out how to disguise any tinkling noises. Whatever. I finally just decided to turn the bathtub faucet on and take extra time re-primping so he didn't think I was in there like taking a second shower or passing out. Crisis overted!
I had my shoes....I was relieved....I was all set for the second portion of our evening (after spraying just a leeeetle more Tease VS Perfume on my wrists). As I headed to the living room Mo and asked if he was ready to go, I saw he was standing at my bookshelf, staring at the picture of my family. At Caribou when he told me about his brother's death, I told him about my father's death in September. Mo asked if my father was in the photo he was looking at, and I said it was, and he reached out for me and held me for a good five minutes. He kissed my forehead and brought my head to his chest. I felt comforted by him, and I must admit, it was a nice feeling to be in the arms of a guy who could protect me. For some reason I date lots of men much smaller than me. I digress, more on that later. I was very moved by how sensitive he was and although I could have stayed there all night, I wanted to show Mo St. Paul!
We walked from my place down Summit and Mo was in awe of the beauty of the homes and how lovely the trees looked at night...it had just rained and everything smelled so sweet...the grass, the gardens, the pavement. The street was quiet, almost like our own paradise. We stopped in a small park overlooking downtown Saint Paul and felt the breeze gently move through the trees.
"Lindsay?"
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Um--what?"
"Well what do you think of me?"
"Well I think you're great, Mo...I.."
This man grabbed my face with both hands before I could finish and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I was both shocked by this action and blown away because he's an amazing kisser. My mind left my body for the rest of the night and got carried away with that breeze. After he kissed me he said, "Lindsay. I really like you a lot." I didn't know what to say, because number one, my mind was gone. Number two, I knew this man was hot but did I actually feel the same about him? I wasn't sure and didn't want to lie. Instead I just grabbed his hand and smiled as I tried to lead us back on the walk.
He stopped us again, and this time we started making out. Every few minutes we'd stop, look at one another, then keep going. Sorry if this is getting too H and H for you, but I'm about keeping this as real as what's appropriate...(and hopefully there will be more of these moments to come. My Match subscription doesn't end until September).
A family came into the park and we decided to move locations. We managed to get a few more blocks away when Mo saw a house he liked. He told me to stop where I was standing, which was under a flowering tree. He looked at the house, then at me, and then above me at the tree. He was about to kiss me again and I reached up above me to pick a flower from the tree. As I pulled on the blossom to bring it down, tiny raindrops and flowers fell on my hair. We both laughed as we picked the nature out of my hair. I was feeling a little embarassed but he said, "No this is perfect...you look wonderful...." aaaannnddd the making out began again. I've never kissed a man with raindrops and flowers in my hair, and I must say I highly recommend it to anyone reading this right now. There is something very magical about that. I suppose it's the same magic contained in seeing yourself in your wedding dress the first time, or maybe when a baby smiles at you. Maybe as happy as both in the SAME DAY! WHAAAAAAAT?!!!
So the perfect first Mo date was coming to an end, despite my desire to make it last forever. And it was pretty perfect. Then there was date number two...
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