When I first met James, it was on POF. We talked for ages on the site, and then, after not wanting to waste my battery anymore, I gave him my phone number. We decided to meet up after a week or two of talking. The day of the date, I was flustered, mostly because I couldn't find anything to wear, but I finally settled on a grey sweater and black leggings. That night, I was running late, both due to traffic and my tutoring session ran late. I had let James know I was going to be late, he was okay with such, and he let me know where our table was located.
After I parked my car, I sat in it for a moment to gather myself and take a deep breath. I fixed my hair and got out of my car. As I walked up to the restaurant, I flipped through my phone trying to find his photo, so I would recognize him. When I walked up to our table, James gave me a smile and asked if I liked mushrooms. I sputtered out a "uh... ye.. yeah." and as our waiter walked by, he nodded yes as if to signal a secret code to him. The waiter took our order, and my drink order, then left. As the waiter took James' order, I studied him. I took noticed of his crystal blue eyes and his soft demeanor. We talked about ourselves, and I let on, perhaps more than I should have, that I tend to go through guys like the weather changes. He took it in stride and we talked through dinner and dessert.
We sat talking after the check was delivered and paid. We walked back to his place, opened a bottle of wine, and sat outside near the fire pit, he had in his backyard. It was a chilly night and we sat as close as the chairs would let us. We sat and talked, stared at the stars, which were bright against the dark night sky, and aimlessly intertwined our fingers. It was late, and I knew I had to leave before I started getting those, "Where are you?" texts from my father. James offered to walk me back to my car and as we were making our way to my Fiat, I spotted a playground. I threw a mischievous grin towards James, grabbed his hand, and made my way to the playground. We spent a good 30 mins on that playground, goofing around and acting like my 3 year old nephew acts on the playground. He chased me around the playground, and laughing and out of breath, I turned to face him. What we were talking about was lost when he tilted my face to his and smiling, he pulled me closer and kissed me. His one arm was wrapped around my waist, and his other hand was interweaved in my hair. I pulled away, and reminded him I did have to get home. He smiled at me and taking my hand, he led me back to my car. As we stood behind the Iron Hill Brewery, he kissed me goodbye. I smiled against his kiss and mumbled something about having to leave. He asked me to text him when I got home, and asked when he would see me again. I got in my car and before I closed the door, he leaned down to give me one last kiss. He shut my door smiled, waved and sauntered away.
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