I’m really struggling to write this even though it’s
past time to start processing the wonderfulness that is This Charming Man. OMG
I feel superstitious that I will somehow write the connection out of existence.
Regular anxious and oh-my-goodness-he-is-so-cute-anxious are conspiring to keep
the paragraphs from coming out.
So of course, he is beautiful, a gorgeous black man
with supersweet cartoon-deer eyes. TCM
is tall, like, my head fits right next to his neck when we stand next to each
other. (Oh my, I really wish it weren’t ALL THE WAY TIL THURSDAY NIGHT until I
could do that!) He has the kind of skinny-strong look that up until recently
would have made me assume he wouldn’t be into me. (SO glad I changed that perspective!!!)
He showed up to our first date looking dapper as heck in a houndstooth jacket
and the slightest hint of an artsy fauxhawk. Very low-key goth night. AND YES,
he DID used to frequent our local goth night. FUCKING DREAMBOAT.
His vibe reminded me of Poly Friends’ Partner, that not-date
poet from summertime. Except that This Charming Man is sillier, more freewheeling,
less self-conscious. He chose an Irish dive bar for our lunch date and it was
absolutely perfect, even as the bartender gently mocked me (well-deserved) for
having coffee instead of beer. We ate voraciously, laughed so much. We talked
about Animal Crossing for SO long despite the fact that he isn’t even playing
the current iteration. And best, swooniest, we rifled around in each other’s
playlists!
When I mentioned that Frank Ocean’s Pink + White
is the best makeout song in the universe, he insisted on playing it over the
nondescript bar music. I tried to press pause but he (eee!) gently wrestled my
hand away every time I tried. I had to let the makeout song play, and we
kissed. The feeling of that day is laughing while kissing, bubbling over with
silly joy.
I told him about Knotty Thursdays and he was interested.
We segued so easily into being knot-tying pals that I don’t even remember how
it happened.
As I was settling in for my post-date/pre-work nap, he
sent me such a cute picture of him cuddling with a friend’s dog while I was in
the middle of ordering (us) some new ropes. At lunch he had expressed some
hesitation about being wrapped up in pink ropes (a hesitation that has since evaporated)
so I asked him what color he would like, and he said orange, so I ordered
orange.
Who orders someone his own ropes after a first date? This
moi. It was one of my better choices of ever.
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