Better With Age

Sometimes you are in the right place at the right time.

Names have been changed to protect the international.

Name of Date: Sexy Accent
Date #: 1
Looks Like: A retired drop dead gorgeous abercrombie and fitch model.
Age: 40-ish
Occupation: Computer networking type things
Where We Met: Ok. So. TRUE STORY. I'm on the beach in my "hello i am gay" tiny yellow trunks and he walks past me and I totes check him out. I walk about 20 paces and he taps on my shoulder. "Excuse me" he said, in a very sexy accent and proceeded to introduce himself and ask me out. I KNOW!
What Happened: So after exchanging info and stuff he calls to invite me out to ANOTHER beach. Unfortunately I have to work that evening so he says we'll just take a quick walk on it and then grab dinner. I am reluctant for 3 reasons

a. he is clearly in his forties. am i becoming that guy? that young twink who has some weird father fetish. are my daddy issues manifest in agreeing to go out with him? will people stare at us? i mean more than elderly people generally stare a 2 boys on a date.

b. i am also kinda maybe a little bit dating someone else. regularly. but we aren't official. is it cheating? i don't know.

c. i am tired.

long story short this guy is so damn sexy and his accent makes me weak in the knees so... I agree.

He pulls up to my place in one of the most gorgeous cars I've ever seen. I know nothing about cars so I can't tell you what it is or anything about it. But after seeing it, I totes get why girls date guys who have nice cars. It was luxurious. siiiiigh.

On the way to the beach we discuss where he is from (South Africa). Where he lives now (LA). And why he's in town (A job). He said the second he saw me he knew I was gay (thank you, tiny yellow swim trunks) and knew he wanted to ask me out. I am flattered cause this guy is way hot and must have plenty of guys to choose from in LA. He probably goes out to clubs every night and meets closeted celebrities (i'm imagining zefron) and gets to perform unspeakable acts on them. but today, that closeted celebrity is me. sorta. I'm pretty much on cloud nine. Also he plays french indie music on his satellite radio. I don't understand it. BUT IT IS SO CLASSY AND HIP.

We get to the beach and begin walking up and down. I pretend to not notice him checking out other guys. But, its hard not to. I mean shirtless wet men. Its kind of necessary. Luckily he doesn't comment on any of them. Or worse as me to take of my shirt to compare. I can tell he's built because he's wearing a wife beater and his pecs/biceps is all over the places. Swoon.

We continue to discuss our lives. And dental history for some reason. I don't even know. It came up and I was so enamored I'd have talked about anything.

After our walk we drive into town and he takes me to a cute but upscale outdoor cafe. I am anxious about ordering. Ordering food on a first date is tricky business. Do you go simple and get a salad? You could look pretentious. Be classic and order a burger? You could look unhealthy. Get a steak? Too expensive. Get pasta? Carbs = the gay's kryptonite. WHAT TO DO? I am starving and really want the burger. As if on cue he says "Don't judge me, but I'm gonna get the burger." I immediately like him more, if thats even possible.

At the end of the meal he pays (ka-ching!) and I get home in time to change before work. We exchange a hug and make plans to hang out again. I am walking on clouds.

Gained Points for: having a sexy-ass accent. and paying. and driving a sweet car. and muscles.

Lost Points for: not holding my hand on the walk. that would have been sweet. or maybe sweaty. either way i'd have been up for it. oh and also being like 15 years too old for me. he should work on that.

Mistakes I Made: Not going in for a kiss on the cheek at the end of the date. I would have been totes approp. (3rd time i've used totes in the entry. THATS THE 4TH!)

Chances for another date: Yes please, I would.

Overall Grade: B+