Screw the last guy I blogged about! Yesterday I went on a date with I'll call him poker guy and wow I hope he's for real. Here's the story.
Well one night I was up really late chatting and up pops this guy while I was checking my email on this dating site. I was kinda annoyed cause I was gonna go to sleep soon, and trying to avoid new peoples to chat with just yet. So I didn't pay him a whole lot of attention, while we said hello and what do you do and stuff. Plus he seemed to elaborate a lot, so I thought maybe he was a bit full of himself, and when I saw his pictures, which were of his fun drinking times and his clothes, I judged him as a sort of frat boy. Anyway, I chatted with him for a few days and he seemed nice, and we had some surprising stuff in common. I looked at his myspace and he forgot to take down pictures of his ex girlfriend and she looked pretty, so I figured he really was a frat guy and probably someone I wouldn't get along with. However, he had a rough day a couple nights ago and asked if I wanted to meet up. I didn't really want to, but I kind of felt sorry for him and I said sure.
So I was pretty self conscience because I figure if he's a frat boy, he's gonna be pretty shallow. I dressed up and tried to hide my worse parts, so I sort of felt pretty, and not so much when I thought of the usual girls who go where we were meeting up. It was surprisingly easy to get ready and go there, and I was being silly and thinking that's bad, because whenever it's super easy to meet up with someone it doesn't work out. However, when I got there I had no idea where he meant to meet him at. So I called his number and it was the wrong number. I walked to where I thought he might have meant, but no one there looked like him. I didn't know what to do and I started to think he was standing me up or playing a mean joke on me. I had given him my number and he wasn't trying to contact me. I wandered around trying to think of what to do, then about 30 minutes later I started to piece together where he might have meant. When I first got there I was being so self conscience and looking behind things to see if I could spot him first to see how to approach him, but by this time I was a little grumpy and just wanted to figure out what happened. I walked over and I thought I saw a guy who looked like him, talking to someone and walk away. I circled around, saw him sitting by himself and I figured it had to be him, no one else resembled even him a little bit. So I walked up and he looked a little surprised (uhoh), but then said "Ninja right?"
So I started to explain what happened and he felt bad because he didn't put my number in his phone like he thought he did. The way he was talking and explaining things though totally turned my silly judgements around. He was very nice and well spoken, not a crazy shallow frat person. We went off to gamble and since he's a professional poker player he wanted to show me some stuff. He gave me some money to start playing even and he was really nice. I was weirdly at ease, not as crazy nervious as I usually am when first meeting people. We started to warm up to each other and I didn't mean to, but I occasionally brushed by his leg since we were sitting by each other and he seemed to do the same back. At one point he said I looked great and that I looked better than my pictures. So I was hoping he was interested, however he was having a couple drinks and acting very cheerful, so I didn't know if that was the alcholhol or what, however you spell it. He was kinda cute and I liked his personality really fast, which is what usually hooks me in.
After we had some food, he asked if I'd come over and he'd play some piano for me, and I said sure right away, that sounded nice. A minute after I said that though, I thought nonono, all alone at his place, not good on a first date, but I wasn't sure how to get out of it and I figured I'd just be good and assertive. We got to his place and it was really nice, seems like his poker playing was working out quite well. He played some piano for me and wow he was really good and he played stuff for me that I was really into, so it was kinda hot. Then I asked if he'd help me figure out how to play poker, because I hardly knew much about it. We sat down and decided to play strip poker. I got a handicap of socks and shoes to help me out, and I got him down to his underwear, was awesome. Then I started losing and he got my shirt off, but then we started making out.
I should really stop doing that so fast. One thing led to another and we went to his room and laid down. Things got pretty hot. I was soo self conscience though, he has a nice body and mine not so much. Of course he was hoping we'd go all the way, but I kept my ground on that again. At one point I thought he was going to just go for it and I grabbed his hand kind of hard and said "No." He said "Wow, you think I'm just going to rape you or something? I wouldn't do that." So we just went back to making out and I found that soo awesome, he was entirely sincere. After that we were talking a lot and it was kind of one of those up all night talking about cool stuff kind of deals. Haven't had one of those in a long time, was really refreshing. He was saying how his back hurt lately and I just started to massage him, which is weird because I'm surprised I wasn't more hesitant about that, I just went for it. He seemed to really like it and said something like "Wow, a good kisser and massages, I should marry you." That'll sure catch my attention, but I tried not to be speechless and just said "Well then you'd definetly get lucky." Phew. He gave me tons of reasons to sleep over, but we ended up talking till like 6am, when I finally said I should get going.
Some problems are that he mentioned how his longest relationship was 9 months, because he never saw it going anywhere. To make it worse, I discovered his blog on myspace and he put how one of his girlfriends was in love with him, but it didn't feel right, or another was to cold, or another to this or that. Uhoh. I don't think that goes to well for me, I guess that's normal though? Or does he sound picky? Another thing is he kind of looks like my ex, which bugs me a little. Though I would think they're nothing a like, I'm pretty sure at least. Then he's kind of hairy, I like guys who aren't so much, but I suppose I can deal. The worst thing is if he keeps in contact, he said he would, and the other is about his pickyness.
Some good things are I feel like I've known him for a long time, or some feeling thats simliar to that. I also really like what we have in common, it's pretty unique I think, I haven't met someone with those specific things in common with me yet. Then I was reading about his poker stuff, and someone said they consider him one of the best players in the world in this one specific type of poker, wow, that's impressive. Plus he seems pretty well off which isn't bad at all and I'm really liking his personality. I guess the only thing I can do is see what happens, but it's a bit intimidating and interesting at the same time.
