Running Through My Mind
Good story time! Well, Chris messaged me on OKCupid. He said he had figured out the algorithms for searching the best way and found me because I'm a Spartan (meaning that I've run at least one Spartan Race and I didn't die). He's training for the Ultra Beast and I'm not nearly brave (stupid) enough for that. So he was charming and in great shape and he didn't seem dumb as a post. I agreed to go out with him.
We decided on breakfast on a Friday morning and it was cold and rainy and awful. I saw him approaching and thought he was taller than I thought he'd be. Of course I wore flats because no one wants to make a short guy feel short on a first date. He's Filipino and his skin... I could only think I bet his toned body is that same golden color all over. Yeah, my brain wasn't totally functional. He had that perfect, shiny black hair that all Asians get and he was broad in the chest and narrow at the hips and carried himself like an athlete. That's another of my weaknesses. He was dressed in a nice heather gray sweater and he was clean and tidy and kind of gorgeous.
We got seated at breakfast and started talking. He kept complimenting my eyes. I think I'm supposed to insert some comment about how I'm pale and totally gwai lo, wrong language or not. My anime eyes do get some mad attention from Asian men. I'm not complaining.
We talked about running and training and the rush of it all. The power in success. What he didn't seem to feel was the urgency, the need for the run that preserves my sanity. Some people just don't get it. He'd been in the Navy and traveled the world. He's in web development, an industry I understand as a technical writer. His dad wasn't around and he was raised by his mother. I have some weakness for mama's boys, probably because I have one of my own and they tend to be nicer to women.
He asked about my heroes and my life motivation and then he nearly knocked me over. He said he was surprised that I was single. I asked why and he said that he's only been on a few dates in the six months since joining OKCupid and none had resulted in a second date. Then he said I was a nine. I think I laughed. He explained that I was athletic and intellectual and "mesmerizing". Me, mesmerizing. I didn't laugh, I just made that face that makes men go stupid and said thank you.
Our date finally wound down and since it was raining lightly and he had an umbrella, he offered to walk me to my car. I'm pretty waterproof, but it was a good opportunity to stand close to him, so I accepted. He walked me over and asked me if I'd ever been kissed in the rain. I lied and said no. He leaned in and kissed me. Well, he more like attacked my face. First kisses should be innocent and tender, but he just pounced all over it like a teenager. I didn't hold it against him because his lips were full and soft and made me think that perhaps I'll convert from Middle Eastern to Filipino in the lips category, though even more recently, I think it's Eastern European...More on that at a later date.
He drew back and there were raindrops clinging to his perfect, black eyelashes. He looked absolutely stunning in that moment. There was a tiny hair of chemistry and I liked him, so we decided we'd do a second date. We went to a movie and had matching salads. He picked me up like some kind of gentleman and kissed me in the movie saying that he'd missed my lips.
My only concern was his sense of physical awkwardness. He's 35. Why on earth don't you have better game than this, bro? He dropped me off at home and we took Brutus (my 6-month-old malanois/bully pup) for a walk and when we got back inside, he kissed me and awkwardly attempted to cop a feel. Well, I shut that right down. I was just not feeling it. So I finally kicked him out and oddly, I haven't heard a peep from him in over a week. I must have done something unforgivable. I think I'll survive.
Next time, I'm going to post a list of pickup lines that didn't work as well as a few that did. These are entertaining.
We decided on breakfast on a Friday morning and it was cold and rainy and awful. I saw him approaching and thought he was taller than I thought he'd be. Of course I wore flats because no one wants to make a short guy feel short on a first date. He's Filipino and his skin... I could only think I bet his toned body is that same golden color all over. Yeah, my brain wasn't totally functional. He had that perfect, shiny black hair that all Asians get and he was broad in the chest and narrow at the hips and carried himself like an athlete. That's another of my weaknesses. He was dressed in a nice heather gray sweater and he was clean and tidy and kind of gorgeous.
We got seated at breakfast and started talking. He kept complimenting my eyes. I think I'm supposed to insert some comment about how I'm pale and totally gwai lo, wrong language or not. My anime eyes do get some mad attention from Asian men. I'm not complaining.
We talked about running and training and the rush of it all. The power in success. What he didn't seem to feel was the urgency, the need for the run that preserves my sanity. Some people just don't get it. He'd been in the Navy and traveled the world. He's in web development, an industry I understand as a technical writer. His dad wasn't around and he was raised by his mother. I have some weakness for mama's boys, probably because I have one of my own and they tend to be nicer to women.
He asked about my heroes and my life motivation and then he nearly knocked me over. He said he was surprised that I was single. I asked why and he said that he's only been on a few dates in the six months since joining OKCupid and none had resulted in a second date. Then he said I was a nine. I think I laughed. He explained that I was athletic and intellectual and "mesmerizing". Me, mesmerizing. I didn't laugh, I just made that face that makes men go stupid and said thank you.
Our date finally wound down and since it was raining lightly and he had an umbrella, he offered to walk me to my car. I'm pretty waterproof, but it was a good opportunity to stand close to him, so I accepted. He walked me over and asked me if I'd ever been kissed in the rain. I lied and said no. He leaned in and kissed me. Well, he more like attacked my face. First kisses should be innocent and tender, but he just pounced all over it like a teenager. I didn't hold it against him because his lips were full and soft and made me think that perhaps I'll convert from Middle Eastern to Filipino in the lips category, though even more recently, I think it's Eastern European...More on that at a later date.
He drew back and there were raindrops clinging to his perfect, black eyelashes. He looked absolutely stunning in that moment. There was a tiny hair of chemistry and I liked him, so we decided we'd do a second date. We went to a movie and had matching salads. He picked me up like some kind of gentleman and kissed me in the movie saying that he'd missed my lips.
My only concern was his sense of physical awkwardness. He's 35. Why on earth don't you have better game than this, bro? He dropped me off at home and we took Brutus (my 6-month-old malanois/bully pup) for a walk and when we got back inside, he kissed me and awkwardly attempted to cop a feel. Well, I shut that right down. I was just not feeling it. So I finally kicked him out and oddly, I haven't heard a peep from him in over a week. I must have done something unforgivable. I think I'll survive.
Next time, I'm going to post a list of pickup lines that didn't work as well as a few that did. These are entertaining.
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