Pseudo Prince Charming

Sometimes you get really really close.

Names have been changed to protect the fleeting.

Name of Date: The Hottest Guy There
Date #: 2-ish?
Title of Last Date: Date #4 in Speed Dating Extravaganza
Amount of Time Between Dates: 3 Days
What Happened: So after an incredibly enchanting ten minutes with THGT I had pretty much decided he was my soul mate. I mean he was hot, had a great job, was interesting, was hot, seemed to be into me, beautiful smile, was hot and was really hot. I eagerly awaited our evening together since I had told him I loved scrabble and he said we should play together. I may or may not have been too excited about lettered tiles. Hint: I was. But then I could spell out cute things like. "hi babe" and "do me."

We met up at an irish pub for a drink. Actually wait. Strike that. We didn't meet up. He came to my house and he WALKED ME THERE. Just like a gentleman. His pretty shoes were clicking on brick sidewalks the whole way there. The air was crisp. It was just like a movie. I wanted to stop and kiss him right then and there.

At the pub we both ordered the same cided. Adorable, no? It is. Don't even act like it isn't. We spend an hour chatting about our lives. I really got to know him and he's so interesting and mature and hot and basically... wonderful. I'm all caught up in the potential prince charming that I don't even care that his friends are texting him incessantly. He excuses them and says they want to meet up. Perhaps dinner and then going to see a band play?

My heart was set on scrabble. And alone time with THGT. I didn't want to spend the evening with his gaggle of gays. All their judging eyes. OR all their jealous eyes I should say. YOU KNOW a group of gay friends is always going to look at the one their friend is dating and think one of two things

a. hot mess
b. i wanna ride

Plus I didn't feel like being the 5th wheel to Carrie Samantha Charlotte and the lezzie.

There is no nice way to say "No. I don't want to hang out with other homos tonight. Just you." So I said something like "Well, we'll see... I might get tired and I dunno how much I want to commit to..."

It was at this point that he looked at me dead in the eye and said: "No matter what happens tonight, you are coming home with me at the end of the evening."

uh.... HELLS YES. I don't know about you bitches but that kind of straighforward-ownership-gonna-screw-you-good talk really REALLY gets me going. I love when a guy can be direct. I mean it didn't hurt that I was hardcore feeling him already. I took a sip of my drink and tried to hide my quivering legs as I whispered. "Well as long as I'm going home with you... I don't care what we do."

So we go to (one of my favorite restaurants actually) and meet his friends there for dinner. They are all less attractive than him and me so I'm geussing they're all thinking option B and secretly hating THGT... but given they're looks I'm sure thats not an uncommon feeling. I'm the center of attention for a while and find great joy in calling out one of his friends for being slutty after he told a story. The guy looked scandalized that I'd say that after first meeting him, but he deserved it. And THGT just laughed and squeezed my hand. I could tell he liked it. Yeah. Take that judgey posse!!! Don't mess with the gay bull cause you get the tastefully decorated horns!

(is that even possible? i'm not gonna think about it)

The focus quickly turned off of me when another one of the guys there realized he'd hooked up with our waiter. Why am I not surprised?

After dinner we head to some lesbian place to hear this band play. I've had about 3 drinks at this point and THGT is at about 6 or 7. I can tell he's feeling the affect of alcohol in the sleepy type way. I can see my crazy night of love making passing before my eyes... so I drag him out of there and tell him its time to go home. His drunken ass somehow gets us home and oh man... his place is GORGEOUS. Like I want to move in right away. Its pretty much everything I could ever want in a condo. He pulls out a guest toothbrush for me, along with several other toiletries. I should take note that the fact that he has these readily available means that he does this a lot... but... I really don't care.

We crawl into bed and he has is laptop out saying we should watch a tv show. Um. TV show? I'm in your bed in my underwear there is no need for pretense here... just take them off with your teeth and get to business, geez!!! But he is committed to this tv watching charade. I snuggle up next to him and let it last about 6-ish minutes before I begin nibbling on his ear. 30 seconds later the laptop is gone and I'm on top of him. yessss.

Ok so here is where it gets weird. He doesn't want to kiss me. Like... he will, but only pecks. Nothing deep or passionate. And if I try he clenches his mouth. I had no idea why but its really sad because I feel that kissing is one of the most sensual parts of sex. Maybe he's Pretty Woman-ing this ish and I need figure out how much to leave on the nightstand. Well we have an excellent romp and fall asleep and even have a round 2 at 6am. I love that. Its just... theres no kissing. And I am confused.

The next morning I tell him I need to be getting back (which I actually feel guilty about. I didn't want to wake him up.) but it was the truth, I needed to meet someone. Now I'm all gross and bed-heady and wearing yesterdays clothes. The NOBLE thing to do would be to just drive me home in whatever pjs you got on. But no... THGT needs to keep up appearances so he takes a shower (while I wait) picks out clothes (while I wait) and primps (while I wait) and hour later and we're finally leaving.

On the ride back I'm confused but not entirely turned off. We make casual small talk and I hint at the possibility of another date. He very slyly changes the topic after a quick "Yeah.. maybe." And I know its all over. I mean I can't blame him though. He is THGT. He's probably got too many guys to go sweep off their feet.

He drops me off at home and kisses me hard and real for the first time. I watch him drive away. I'm sad but just like the Baker's Wife said "it was just a moment in the woods."

Gained Points for: Being direct.... swooooon!

Lost Points for: Not falling madly in love with me

Mistakes I Made: Letting him drink so much?

Chances for another date: I mean I'm not gonna wait by my phone... wait.. did he just text me??!? no... nevermind.

Overall Grade: B