So let's see, Saturday, I spent an elegant evening with the 47 year old Latin Lover as he made me rack of lamb, and we shared a lovely bottle of wine or two. We dance a little tango. He was seductive and distant, bluntly honest and yet... coy.
Sunday, I had a couple of drinks with the 44 year old Man with Feelings at a local hipster-dive bar. We played pinball. We laughed uproariously. I lost track of time, was enamored... fascinated... he had my kind of energy! We flirted, but then somewhere 30 minutes after we should have said goodnight and the energy had ebbed, we parted ways with a quick hug. And I pulled the dork move of emailing an hour after I got home.
Tuesday, I met the 26 year old. He was interested and energetic, curious and chivalrous. We had a late evening crepe at a funky-yet-romantic restaurant. We didn't drink. He told me about buying his mother her own house at the age of 24. He walked me to my train, asked me to call him to know that I made it home. He immediately asked for a second date. I wanted to dismiss him, I wanted to say "I am not a cougar." But I haven't done it or said it. Yet. He's unexpected.
Thursday (tonight), I went out with 35-year old Six-and-a-Half (the number of years between our first and second date). He remembered so much about me, things that I had long since forgotten... We had a drink and dinner at a restaurant that served fancy brick-oven pizzas out of an open kitchen, with exposed brick walls and tea lights providing most of the light. We then went and played pinball. (Yes, at the same bar I took the Man with Feelings.) We had much to talk about... he walked me all the way home, gave me a polite kiss goodnight, and confirmed we'd go out again soon.
4 dates in 6 days, 21 year age span, PhD student to successful professional consultant to attorney... dive bar to hipster-brick-oven-pizzas to rack-of-lamb.
Dude. I'm tired.
What am I thinking??
