I know I just posted a FR a couple days ago, but it's been a bountiful few days.
Brief background: I met HB7 for coffee a week ago. It lasted 2.5 hours or so, culminated in me kissing her on the cheek and setting something up for yesterday. Now, for those of you that read my last FR, you'll recognize that coffee + cheek kiss (ALWAYS initiated by me) is something of a modus operandi for me. It's probably not perfect, but as far as I'm concerned it fulfills two criteria I have for first dates - cost (coffee dates are always cheap), and an expression of my romantic interest in them (not through words, but through the cheek kiss and recommendation that we do something soon). So far, two for two.
Okay. Last night HB7 (maybe an inch shorter than me, leggy, pretty face, not much chest) picked me up at my place. Our destination was a fairly nice upscale restaurant that was featuring a piano combo. I can't afford upscale food, so the plan was to have a couple drinks and enjoy the music. Anyway, we parked, and as we were walking from the lot, I jokingly apologized for bucking mainstream convention and not waiting until the end of the evening...as she wondered what the hell I was talking about, I kissed her. She went Oh! (she knew what I meant now!) and proceeded to eat my mouth. After we did that for awhile, I grabbed her hand and we walked the couple blocks to restaurant. (Note: At this point, we were possibly 20 minutes into the date and sober. Believe me, knowing that she's into you without having to spend a couple hours "spitting mad game" will keep you confident for the night.
We got to the place and have a couple drinks. I sit across from her for a while as we chat in a most animated fashion about nothing too important. Then the music starts and I move across to her side. Throw the ol' arm around her, she snuggles in, we continue to talk or kiss, I keep her laughing, and we're both a little buzzed. A fine place to be. Ah! I did make a couple blunders. I tend to speak somewhat frenetically, switching between subjects. At a couple points I asked, "Weren't you the one who...." I was obviously thinking of another girl, and she jokingly gave me **** about it, but I believe if she wasn't seemingly so interested, it would have f*cked things up.
After a couple hours at the place, we leave and I invite her in for a little bit. We soon get to making out and I lead her to my bedroom (small apartment, so it didn't take long). Anyway, I'm kissing her mouth or her neck and have one hand holding her hand behind her head and the other under her shirt and she's going nuts, and after 15-20 minutes she gently pushes me away and says she has to go. I walk her back out to her car (a couple blocks away) and she says she'll drop me back off at my building, but first we make out for another 10 minutes. She tells me she's taking the LSAT next week. I tell her that she'll be in need of some relaxation after the test and that we should do something. She says "This time you come over to my place." Make out, giggle (her), make out. Then she drives me to my building, and we do the same kiss/talk/kiss thing for a while, and then I say goodnight.'
From the time she picked me up to the time she left, the entire date lasted about 4.5 hours. The time flew.
I was a little peeved - internally, not visibly - about the bill - 27 bucks for wine, gin, and beer - but then again I should've sipped water if I didn't want to spend money. Fortunately, she seems like the type who'd be more than willing to go dutch/take turns, and the fact that she offered up her place for next week suggests 1) that she's up for some frolicking and 2) she's cool with cheap dates.
What do you guys think? Is the invite to her apartment an invitation to sex?
PS - Although I'm not falling for her (which would be a lame thing to say, even if were true), she's a clever, interesting, good-looking, and sexual girl and I wouldn't mind seeing where it goes.
Brief background: I met HB7 for coffee a week ago. It lasted 2.5 hours or so, culminated in me kissing her on the cheek and setting something up for yesterday. Now, for those of you that read my last FR, you'll recognize that coffee + cheek kiss (ALWAYS initiated by me) is something of a modus operandi for me. It's probably not perfect, but as far as I'm concerned it fulfills two criteria I have for first dates - cost (coffee dates are always cheap), and an expression of my romantic interest in them (not through words, but through the cheek kiss and recommendation that we do something soon). So far, two for two.
Okay. Last night HB7 (maybe an inch shorter than me, leggy, pretty face, not much chest) picked me up at my place. Our destination was a fairly nice upscale restaurant that was featuring a piano combo. I can't afford upscale food, so the plan was to have a couple drinks and enjoy the music. Anyway, we parked, and as we were walking from the lot, I jokingly apologized for bucking mainstream convention and not waiting until the end of the evening...as she wondered what the hell I was talking about, I kissed her. She went Oh! (she knew what I meant now!) and proceeded to eat my mouth. After we did that for awhile, I grabbed her hand and we walked the couple blocks to restaurant. (Note: At this point, we were possibly 20 minutes into the date and sober. Believe me, knowing that she's into you without having to spend a couple hours "spitting mad game" will keep you confident for the night.
We got to the place and have a couple drinks. I sit across from her for a while as we chat in a most animated fashion about nothing too important. Then the music starts and I move across to her side. Throw the ol' arm around her, she snuggles in, we continue to talk or kiss, I keep her laughing, and we're both a little buzzed. A fine place to be. Ah! I did make a couple blunders. I tend to speak somewhat frenetically, switching between subjects. At a couple points I asked, "Weren't you the one who...." I was obviously thinking of another girl, and she jokingly gave me **** about it, but I believe if she wasn't seemingly so interested, it would have f*cked things up.
After a couple hours at the place, we leave and I invite her in for a little bit. We soon get to making out and I lead her to my bedroom (small apartment, so it didn't take long). Anyway, I'm kissing her mouth or her neck and have one hand holding her hand behind her head and the other under her shirt and she's going nuts, and after 15-20 minutes she gently pushes me away and says she has to go. I walk her back out to her car (a couple blocks away) and she says she'll drop me back off at my building, but first we make out for another 10 minutes. She tells me she's taking the LSAT next week. I tell her that she'll be in need of some relaxation after the test and that we should do something. She says "This time you come over to my place." Make out, giggle (her), make out. Then she drives me to my building, and we do the same kiss/talk/kiss thing for a while, and then I say goodnight.'
From the time she picked me up to the time she left, the entire date lasted about 4.5 hours. The time flew.
I was a little peeved - internally, not visibly - about the bill - 27 bucks for wine, gin, and beer - but then again I should've sipped water if I didn't want to spend money. Fortunately, she seems like the type who'd be more than willing to go dutch/take turns, and the fact that she offered up her place for next week suggests 1) that she's up for some frolicking and 2) she's cool with cheap dates.
What do you guys think? Is the invite to her apartment an invitation to sex?
PS - Although I'm not falling for her (which would be a lame thing to say, even if were true), she's a clever, interesting, good-looking, and sexual girl and I wouldn't mind seeing where it goes.