Now that I’m drinking again, Ryan couldn’t wait to share a bottle of wine with me. So he invited me over to his condo for a couple glasses. The evening began a little less stiff than the first time, but we still sat in adjacent chairs, er, well, he sat in a chair…I sat on the table bench next to him. Two glasses or so in he starts getting bold & holding/playing with my hand.
I steal his iPad to play DJ & then he decides to stand behind me & kiss the back of my neck & my shoulders. I didn’t acknowledge it, but I must say, his beard followed by lips felt really nice. Then he decides he wants to sit behind me (um….where?!). He scootches up behind me & makes his way to straddle me while I’m being pushed further to the edge of the bench. Hey, I get more shoulder kisses & a short-lived shoulder massage. I’m OK with this.
After a while, Ryan gets up to get himself some water. I ask for some as well, as I planned on heading home soon. After getting me some, he plops himself down on his couch & tells me I should stay the night. Ha. Um, no. I thanked him for the offer, but assured him, though slightly tipsy, I’m perfectly fine to drive. (I had been pacing myself & sipped my wine quite slowly for just this very reason.) He fights me on it, telling me he’ll be a perfect gentleman. Well, as one with perfectly gentlemanly intentions, he should understand that I am a lady & therefore won’t be staying. He actually did offer to call me a cab, but I reassured him I’ll be fine to drive. Then he gets into a silly ramble about how he doesn’t date around, thusly indicating that, even though it’s been almost a month since we’ve seen each other, I’m the only one he’s got his sights on. Poor man. I just have my sights on his wallet. Don’t get me wrong, he was a far cry better to spend time with this time around, but, yeaaaah….I don’t see much in the way of “us” happening.
That was pretty much it for the evening. We kissed a bit & he mentioned he’s planning on going to Hawaii next month…& even excitedly, yet vaguely, said I should go with him. Hey, if he pays, I’ll spend a weekend there on his dime! Hell yeah! What the odds are of him actually following through on that for me are, I’m sure are super small, but I’m also not going to dismiss the idea.
Perfect gentleman, my ass. I had to demand he walk me out to my car. Ugh. Men. Good thing I wasn’t planning on staying.