Introducing, Robin Hood

This is the greatest nickname ever. EVER EVER. 

So, I had a second date with the guy, who shall be named Robin Hood from now on.  I chose this nickname because he participates and attends renaissance fairs, I feel it is a good fit. 

Anyway, the second date was to a barbecue place, and it was super good, but besides that, I kind of wasn't sure he was feeling me anymore.  Like the last real text conversation we had he was telling me how geeky he was, and then he was pretty quiet and we didn't talk over the Superbowl weekend much at all.  Tuesday was our date, and we didn't text all day until he confirmed we were still on.  I replied yes, and I would see him soon. 

Over the week between dates, I felt that my brain had time to "dry out".  His touch on our first date, however brief, sent hormones that literally felt like a fucking tidal wave into my system.  Although I wanted to see him again sooner than later, I am glad he ended up having to go out of town for work and we had to wait a little over a week to see each other again.  I was able to really think if I like/am interested in this dude, if I am seeing any red flags, am I rushing into something again?

Our conversation when we started dinner was kind of stagnant.  I was like well, I guess my radar is kind of right.  So, I decided, what the fuck, I'm going to call it out.  I told him that when he was telling me over text how geeky he was, I kinda got the impression like I wouldn't fit into his geek lifestyle and that he wasn't much interested anymore.  He told me no, but that most women find out that he is a super geek and run for the hills.  I was like "yeah, that doesn't bother me at all".  People gotta have their hobbies.  I mean, because my hobbies are so fucking exciting?  Lol, right.

After that the conversation was flowing well, but I feel like he was playing his cards close to the chest for sure.  As we left the barbecue place he caressed my back and I literally felt like my eyes dilated in pleasure and I was done for. 

We discussed doing something else, as it wasn't even 8PM yet, I suggest Frozen Yogurt, and that I saw a place on the way here.  He asked me if I wanted to follow him, or if I would be okay if he drove us.  I asked if he was planning on kidnapping me, because I am me, and this is what I do (and this is also what men do out there in the world, fyi).  He assured me that kidnapping would be too much work and walked me over to his truck and opened the door for me. 

First of all, I don't remember the last time a man opened the car door for me, and it's such a little thing, but makes me feel so good.  He opens all doors for me, wherever we have been.  I like it!  Anyway, the froyo placed was disappointing, but we started having a real deep dive of a conversation about deal breakers, and he told me that he is involved in the kink community and that he is polyamorous. 

Both of these things I know because he mentioned some BDSM group that gets together (not for orgies, I asked) that is local to San Antonio during our first date.  It was said in casual conversation, and I did not respond to it because it wasn't part of whatever we were actually talking about (it is also not a deal breaker for me).  Now, the poly thing I also knew about as he told me on the first date.  He told me that he lays it out on the table, doesn't hide anything and I am free to ask questions.  And also that it's not a forever thing, I'm not counting any chickens, or believing that I would change that.  I am doing my best not to project anything and mind my own boundaries. 

By the way, we are having this conversation in his truck, and I'm like, well, deal breakers, this is perfect timing to tell him mine.  So I tell him that I live with my ex and give a brief history lesson.  He is quiet and leaning against his door, like far away from me as I'm speaking. 

"I can see how that would be a deal breaker. But not for me. I mean, I'm involved with someone who is married"

Okay, weird, but yeah.  I honestly couldn't see someone who is poly being like NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT.  I think that would be a little too much of the kettle calling the pot black or whatever the saying is. 

Anyway, we went back to the restaurant parking lot and continued to talk about, man, I don't even remember, a lot of stuff and things.  He played with my hand and forearm, lightly touching and moving our fingers together.  I wouldn't say I was distracted, but it was all very sensual for hand holding.  Eventually he took his hand in mine, and leaned over the console to kiss me. 

LET ME TELL YOU. 

It was perfect for a first kiss, so perfect.  No awkward anything.  And then... whew, THEN the kiss breaks off and he kisses the back of my hand, I FUCKING DIED. RIGHT THERE.  I'm actually a ghost writing this right now.  

I honestly thought that was the cutest and most romantic thing ever.  Holy fuck.  I never had an idea I wanted a guy to do that, but damn.  Honestly, I'm thinking about it now and my heart is beating fast.  I told him that I thought that was so cute and I really liked it.  We kissed more, and talked more, and it was just so good. 

We talked about seeing each other again, the option was tonight or Saturday.  I wanted to see him tonight, but also don't want to rush into anything.  I need time between dates to actually think and not feel, which, I don't know.  It doesn't really make sense, but it does.  I do like him, the poly stuff, I need to ask more questions.  As much as I like him, and on this date I realized that we have a lot of things in common, I just don't want to commit to anyone right now.  I would like to date around and figure things out.  And of course, see where this goes.