So I ended up with the Art Guy, last night. You remember, I met him at Prom, with the long conversations and the rescues from the creepy guy that would not leave me alone. And pretty much for the last two weeks, there have been more long phone conversations, emails and FB chats. Anyhow, I finally got to see him again last night. No small feat considering we live an hour plus away from each other, but pretty standard for Cali sometimes

Art Guy took me to some of his favorite spots in his city. Granted, I used to live there a few years ago, but I did not grow up there as he did (well grow up there, move away and return some years ago). A lot of walking, a lot of benches, steps and outside tables, and how convenient (for me) that it grew chilly as the night wore on. No complaints at having an arm around me, getting warm and feeling small! And these city benches didn't give many options. There is a bar/arm rest in the middle of them, so either you want to be close and personal, or you want your personal space. I was good. I had my personal space for a while...until I was told that I seemed far away. ;) Do I really need to tell you where that eventually led?

I don't know why dates make one nervous...or maybe they only make you nervous when you really like the person. But I was and as he said, "Now that I have you here, I don't know what to say." Which was ridiculous because that's all we do--talk for hours. ;) Well, sometimes I don't speak at all. I have never met anyone that can make me speechless, until now. Art Guy can actually leave me speechless, absolutely nothing comes to mind. Normally my intelligent and smart alec self has a response, whether genuine or sarcastic within 10 seconds. Don't ask me how this loss for words thing is possible. I guarantee my best friend is speechless at the thought of this. What does this mean? I haven't a clue.

At some point we stopped and got food. Although I was conscious of a healthier option, I did not worry about what eating would make me look like, how he perceived me, nor did I feel self conscious about my weight. A first! Of course he knows I used to be fat. He's seen the pictures on FB, and he doesn't care. It's not like you can hide your past when your past is in pictures and is your entire adulthood. ;) He took me to a Mexican restaurant, some little mom and pop run place with an outside seating area on the sidewalk. I wasn't even that hungry; I told you happiness makes you thinner and thus, less hungry. I had a cheese enchilada, and of course some chips and salsa. I was done and to keep from munching on the chips some more, I popped some gum. Very handy thing I realized when sitting at a table with others at a restaurant. More talking of course...Did you know my eyes glow at twilight? Me either, since I can never see them. lol Ah, Art Guy...

Okay enough. Have you vomited yet? I know...its terribly sappy and girly for a normally unsappy person. Yep, this could be trouble. Until next time...and maybe something more productive. =)
xoxo