Slightly drunken, nay… tipsy… blog post.
WOW, is all I can say about my date with the FOF / Friend of a Friend tonight. An amount of closeness / intimacy / passion / hotness I did not sense AT ALL on our first date. (note: tonight was the date that had the potential to just be of a platonic nature). All this in a cozy wine bar.
There was an invitation (and yes, strong temptation) to spend the night at his place, with promises that we’d keep a level of chaste-ness. Oh man. So tempting. I was (mentally) about 90% there, in the mindset of WHY THE HELL NOT???
Then the other 10% won over, and I came home – alone. I think it was the idea that anticipation in itself can be incredibly sexy. And I didn’t want to be in the position tomorrow where I’d be wondering if I’d hear from him again, wondering if we’d done too much, too soon.
But oy – that feeling of wanting to be “in the moment” and wanting to roll with it? A very powerful one indeed.
Sober point of view to come next time.
UPDATE: he e-mailed the next morning to say he'd had a very nice time, and was I free to get together for dinner next week?
(somehow, I have a hard time imagining that he would have sent this same e-mail if we'd spent the night together)