What: Date #2

Where: Williamsburg, Hare Field Road (bar)

Running late, due to several last minute outfit changes and construction on the Williamsburg Bridge, started my evening off in a somewhat frazzled state, not to mention I had no clue where the bar was and no smart phone to help me.  Anyways, I finally found it, and him sitting in a booth near the back.  Like a perfect gentleman, he immediately sprang up, hugged me, then asked what I wanted.  I let him surprise me with a beer, and I have to say, it was probably the best one I’ve ever had (of course my taste buds will get excited over anything that’s not bud light, since I consume it weekly).  We ended up talking over the course of one drink each, then he invited me back to his place.  He lives in one of the new condo buildings they’re putting up all over BK.  As soon as we walked in, he handed me a little berry, called a miracle fruit.  I hadn’t even heard about these until he brought it up on Sunday, and truth be told, it sounded more like a drug than anything else to me, especially after reading this article about it…

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/28/dining/28flavor.html

So as we were eating them, he gave me a tour of his apartment, which was impeccably decorated.  There was a guest room on the first floor, with it’s own balcony overlooking Manhattan (night-time views of Manhattan are an aphrodisiac in themselves), his massive living room, then balcony off that side of the apartment.  Then we headed up the stairs to his bedroom/loft space.  The size of this was about 1.5 times the size of J & I’s apartment… maybe I should move to BK.  He had a terrace off of his room, with a couch, sun bathing chairs, and sunflowers all over- BIG sunflowers- some nearly 8 ft tall!  Geeez, I was impressed, though trying not to show it too much.  He must love giving tours of his house.

Back to the kitchen to try some lemons and see if the miracle fruit really worked… it really was a miracle, they tasted like candy!  How is that even possible?  Then we had some shiraz that tasted like dessert wine… I really think this should be formulated into a diet pill of some sorts.  It just makes everything taste sweet.  We started making out in the kitchen, then moved to the sofa in the living room, then up the stairs to his bed… clothes coming off little by little, messing around ensuing a bit, but mainly just kissing.  Then, out of nowhere, he goes “is it okay if we don’t sleep together tonight?” … I hadn’t thought I made it seem like that’s what I was going for, but then again, we were both naked at this point, and he probably wanted to say something before things went any further.  Anyways, I’m pretty sure, “of course- that’s perfect” thinking, this guy is amaaaazing.  But then I started thinking, maybe he messes around with so many people that he’s just saying no so his number doesn’t creep up.  I know, I know, why must I read into things in a negative light.  End result was me giving him head and him only halfway reciprocating.  I understand some, or a lot, of guys don’t enjoy going down on girls, but let’s be fair here.  He then put on Stand By Me, not on a tv, but projected on his entire wall in front of his bed.  Home theatre, fo’ real.  A mere few minutes later, we were both fast asleep.

His alarm went off way too early, but it was a work day for him.  We started some a.m. foreplay, then he asked if I wanted to hop in the shower with him.  I should’ve said no, but I didn’t want to seem uptight.  The whole sexy let’s-shower-together thing is definitely far sexier in theory, unless you’re at your own home where you can brush your hair and take off your make up… not when you’re already about to walk of shame home.  So shower it was, where essentially the same thing as last night happened… he fingered me and I gave him head.  I honestly didn’t want to, but it’s far more efficient to do that rather than give a hand job.  After he finished, we legitimately showered, washed, etc, then he put on a new, fresh outfit for work, and I re-dressed in my hipster (and definitely for night) outfit, now complete with messy make up and wetish hair thrown up in a sloppy bun.  I wasn’t feeling hot, but I didn’t really care.  We got on the train, and I made the decision to get off at Bedford (4 stops from my actual destination) just to cut down the amount of train time with him.  We really didn’t have much to talk about, were both sort of groggy, etc, so he gave me an awkward hug when we got to that stop, I got off the train, walked towards the stairs until the train pulled out, then waited for the next one. Ha. Yes, yes I did.  I prefer to ride the train with my headphones in than actually converse with someone.

Overall, it was a fun time, and I would like to see him again, but I felt like we didn’t have as much to talk about as the first time, plus we just weren’t clicking this morning.  Maybe I’m judging it too harshly.  Hopefully he’ll ask me out again, but if he doesn’t, I won’t be terribly heartbroken.