Whoa There

Ugh-ish...I'm behind another blog about date 4 with Guy 2-B...let's just summarize it up with he's moved to the potential friend category.

But Guy 8-K.  Wow.  We're still scheduled for a date Saturday night, but mid-day today, we were sending texts back and forth and I finally suggested drinks tonight after I was done with another event.  He immediately jumped at the idea.

We had a couple of glasses of wine, played pool, stopped at a different place for another drink.  He escorted me back to my car.  And he is a really great (fantastical) kisser.  Good listener (so far).  Asks wonderful follow up questions.  Laughs when I babble off funnily or not so funnily but obviously in a dorky way.  Laughs when I think I'm making a joke.  I'm intellectually attracted to him...and that grows with each date.  But I'm also very physically attracted to him. Honestly, a primal part of me tonight wished that I...well, let's just say the Whoa There is for me and not him.  Okay, it's for him too because we both had to pull back.

How do you know when you are moving too quickly?  It's been just over 36 hours since I sorted out other confusion in my life.  I've only been on three dates with Guy 8-K.  We're adults.  We're supposed to have serious talks before going there.  But tonight, I so just wanted to cut loose and follow my gut instinct...or is that my primal desire?

And as I sit here writing, we're sending texts back and forth again (he started by, again, checking that I made it home safe).  Basically, we've both now admitted we've thought a great deal about each other since the first date.  Intellectually, I recognize that's way too fast...but in other ways it just feels...comfortable.  Wonder why I picked the word comfortable?

Now the worry about saying too much here and causing a jinx has set in.