I have a question for my fellow bloggers – especially those of you with similar sites to this one, venting about our dating lives.
Do you ever worry about your site being discovered by the guy you like? Of course I’m not using real names (mine, nor his)… and while I keep details sketchy, I’m still nervous about anything that could possibly identify this site as being written by me, about us.
In this case, with Smiles, I only have good things to say – but still, I wonder, if he were to come across this (admittedly, unlikely – but not impossible), would he be offended at having semi-personal details posted for all to read? If our relationship continues, at some point I’d like to share the blog with him – it’s been an important part of my life these past few months. (I remember being quite impressed when Dating Trooper mentioned that she shared her blog with her new guy). Writing this blog has been incredibly cathartic -- I’ve truly enjoyed virtually meeting other bloggers as a result, and even became "real life" friends with another (incredibly cool) blogger, Cute Jewess.
Anyway – on that note – Smiles and I had yet another wonderful date yesterday.
We drove out of town to go biking in the gorgeous countryside that is surprisingly close to NYC. I love biking, and it’s always a huge plus when the guy I’m dating is into it as well.
It was a perfectly gorgeous, sunny day – we sailed down lots of hills (he’s a lot more fearless than I am!), and huffed up other hills. After the ride, went for a swim in a local lake before drying off and going to the nearby town for a lovely dinner. There’s definitely a strong attraction between us, but it’s still a rather pleasant surprise when the GUY says he doesn’t want us to sleep together until we’ve had a chance to get to know each other better.
One of the best moments of the day: driving to town in the late-afternoon sun, surrounded by woods and dappled sunlight. We were both giddy at what a beautiful day it was, and at one point Smiles just looked over at me and smiled. It was a Moment. A lovely, romantic Moment that I want to hold on to, and keep replaying over and over.
After dinner, we lingered in the town for a bit before returning back to the city – stopped at his apartment, my first visit to his place. It was quite clean for a guy’s apartment – he confessed that he had cleaned up on the chance that I’d be coming by. Then back to my place – we hadn’t planned a sleepover, but he started dozing off while we watched TV, and we (I) thought it would be best for him to not risk driving while he was that exhausted.
It was a chaste sleepover, with him sleeping in shorts, and me in shorts and a tank top. I never sleep well the first time I have a new guy over, and this time was no exception. As a result, he was wide-awake at 8 am, while I still felt the need for another hour or two of sleep – he said, “why don’t I get going, so you can get a little more sleep?” and he left. The goodbye felt a bit abrupt, and I’m trying not to overanalyze it – trying to remind myself to look at the big picture (yet another wonderful date with a guy I like, who also seems to like me) rather than what could be a multi-interpreted moment (he wanted to leave quickly so I could go back to sleep – I was disappointed that he didn’t want to linger longer).
Sure, I’m neurotic and overly analytical. But writing it out here forces me to realize that, address it and keep it in perspective.
Follow-up to yesterday’s post, where I wondered aloud if I should consider a date with new guy, H. I’m just not feeling it, so I’m not going to do it. I’m enjoying getting to know Smiles too much right now. So I’m putting all my eggs in one basket (his)? So be it.