Craigslist guy (I seriously need to come up with a better name for him) and I met at Amity Hall for happy hour last night.  Since I’d gone to Midtown the other two times, I thought I’d suggest a venture down here for him, plus I feel like The Village trumps middle Manhattan at night.  Not only did I choose Amity because it’s a one minute walk for me, or because it happens to neighbor Anderson Cooper’s newly purchased firehouse (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/27/anderson-coopers-firehous_n_438758.html), but since Jenn and I had only been in a couple of times and I knew it wouldn’t be too crowded or obnoxiously “college” on a Monday evening.  Let’s be honest, could I really have said “Yeah, um, meet me at Off The Wagon… $6.50 pitchers of budlight until 8!”.  Maybe at some point, but not this early in things.

The two days in between seeing him last were just enough time for me to start doubting myself and wondering if I had built things up in my head too much… for example, did we have great conversation?  Is he actually attractive? … I think a lot of this was due to the amount of texts he had sent me, nearly every other one reiterating how excited he was to see me for happy hour. (More to come on that)  I tried to shove these thoughts out of my head while walking over, and as soon as I walked in and saw him, they completely absolved.  We stayed for about two hours, or 3 drinks, and talked about a plethora of random things.  After he picked up the check (I’ve come to realize he’s somewhat well off… he’s Jewish, in Finance, oh, and went scuba diving with some friends in Belize last January… should we do that next year, Jenn?) we walked back to the apartment and I invited him up to see it.  I wanted him to meet Jenn, and also test out the waters to see if he’d try and do more than kiss me after realizing he walked 6 flights of stairs for nothing.  Well, he passed that test with flying colors!  There was a bit of making out, for 5 minutes tops, then I walked him to the hallway, where we kissed another minute or so.  He is suuuuch a good kisser- better than anyone else I’ve kissed recently, but honestly, I might not be the best judge/kisser myself since I’ve been druuunk for 95% of those.  I waved goodbye and a minute later my phone went off-

him: I made it down and onto the street safely!  Had a great time tonight.  Btw, I could kiss you for that like hours.

:)  I really like him, and I’m being honest when I say I don’t fall for just anyone.  It’s literally been almost 3 years since I’ve had a legitimate boyfriend, and there have been some mediocre people here and there that I could’ve dated, but I don’t see the point in having a mediocre relationship, and thus, I believe in excellent one night stands.

Okay, now to the 2 red flags:

1) In three dates, he has yet to ask about my family.  Should that be a red flag?

2) He texts a lot… like a lot, a lot.  Don’t get me wrong- I like it, but he’s in no way, shape, or form playing it cool.  I would venture to say we’ve exchanged nearly 300 texts in the 5 days that we’ve had eachother’s numbers.  Is this a negative?  What does his incessant texting mean?

Alright, off to work early to get a run in! Peace.