A great first date is a rare and wonderful occurrence.
And it leaves you giddy waiting for date number two.
You anticipate what might happen next, what you'll wear, where he'll take you.
You wonder if the kissing will be as good the second time around.
Better, even.
You literally feel the anticipation stirring inside you, dancing on your skin, like some outside force making you giggle a lot.
But unfortunately for those first few dates, timing is everything.
And while I did get my second date with The Good Kisser Guy, it happened about a month after the first.
Now there's nothing explicitly wrong with having so much time lapse between dates, per se.
I understand that life happens, people get busy, they get ill, they travel, have family in town, get swamped at work, etcetera, etcetera.
Fine, whatever, things happen, I get it.
But this is the problem for ME.
I have a short attention span.
I am all about the momentum.
I need things to build, emotionally, physically, intellectually.....
Timing is a delicate, moody teenage girl who loses patience when events don't flow just so.
You see part of the thrill of date number two was remembering how I left feeling date number one.
Now so much time had passed that it was harder and harder to remember.
Had he really been that great?
Had our connection been real or just some fluke of the night?
And now that I had this huge expectation in my mind would he be able to live up to it?
He was charming in text.
He was one of those guys who always had something going on, some play he was seeing, some friends he was meeting up with to sing karaoke.
I liked that he had a life.
But he wasn't at the stage to invite me to all these fabulous things so it left finding a time we were both free difficult.
Finally, feeling fed up with wondering and with a curiosity partly fueled by boredom I asked what he was up to right then.
Just carpe diem, lets meet right now, sometimes you gotta just grab life by the balls kinda whim.
And surprisingly, the timing was perfect for him.
He worked at this tiny indie movie theatre on the east side and invited me to meet him there and hang out.
With the promise of free popcorn and booze.
Score!
When I got there I felt like I was in high school, hanging with my crush at his work.
He had Crown Royale hidden under the counter -Did I mention he was also the manager?- and he fashioned us some well drinks while I munched on stale popcorn.
He was super friendly -Oh, you're just gonna kiss me in front of customers? Okay, that's cool.- and super chatty about all he'd been up to.
And it was fun.
He was a cute, fun guy to talk to.
It was fine.
Buuuttttt.......
The whole not seeing him for so long and having him just wanna suck face like we were hormone crazed teenagers left me wanting.
First of all, I just got there, so I wasn't nearly drunk enough to just make out for the sake of frenching.
Second of all, he obviously started this drinking party long before I got there and seemed already slightly intoxicated which is never very sexy when you're sober.
I remembered how much he drank on our first date.
Does he have a drinking problem? I thought to myself.
And don't get me wrong, he was a doll and I liked kissing him, it's just the timing was all wrong.
I didn't feel close to him because I hadn't seen him in so long and I felt a little silly being so demonstrative in a public place.
I know, I know.
Hand over the knitting needles, Grandma.
Needless to say date number two was a little anticlimactic with The Good Kisser Guy.
He invited me to come over after and I could have had a good ol' drunken tryst but I wasn't feeling it.
The weeks that followed held some half hearted texts and excuses for why he was too busy to make time for me and I knew the great love affair I'd imagined might be never would.
Sometimes a great kiss is really just great because of that moment.
They happen and we delight in them but they don't always last.
But kisses that are just ordinary hardly seem worth it.
And I was willing to wait for one that was great every time.
Because really good kissers always have perfect timing.
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