Wednesday, the Auteur and I were speaking (as we had been every night this week) and we were half jokingly / half seriously talking about getting together on Thursday or Friday (before our planned Saturday date) – kind of a preemptive strike if you will.
Thursday she suggests we meet up after she drops off her daughter for the weekend. Naturally, I agreed. This is my story (cue Law & Order boom-boom)
We met at this small micro brewery and watched the Michigan-Kansas State game. We were having a good time talking and watching the game except the bar was closing at 11 PM (yes, on a Friday) so we ended up at a local Chili’s until they kicked us out at 12:30. With her car safely parked in at micro-brewery, I suggested we could hang out at my sister’s apartment (she was at my parents’ house for the weekend and had given me the key assuming I would be crashing there). Off we went.
We hung out for a bit before we started to fool around. And around. And around. We went further than I have ever gone – physically – on a first date. But like everything else with The Auteur so far, it just felt right.
As corny as this may sound, she makes me feel like a man – something haven’t felt in a LONG time. She makes me feel like I’m strong, like I’m desirable. She’s definitely girly-er than the STBX is/was, which is something I appreciate – both for it’s newness and the sense of normalcy is creates.
They say that if something seems too good to be true, then it probably IS too good to be true. So far, I have no indication of that from a woman I’ve been talking to from match.com that I will refer to as “the auteur” – for reasons that will become clear soon enough.
I think i saw her before she saw me. She has this great picture on her profile page where she’s wearing glasses. For a better appreciation of my – and most guys’ – glasses fixation, please refer to my fellow blogger Smooth Reentry’s take on eyeglasses.
We have been e-mailing back and forth for the last few days, and traded phone numbers last night. I told her i’d call her today (Monday actually). Normally I’d say I was moving way too fast, but i just have a feeling.
Maybe i should wait till i meet her face-to-face before getting too gaga over her. Before my date with The Boss on Saturday night, we did not speak on the phone – we only texted and e-mailed.
We made a few calls back and forth tonight; combined we spoke for well over 4 hours. I would not have believed it was that long if i didn’t see it for myself.
We made plans to get together this Saturday evening. The only drawback I see to The Auteur so far is that we live so far from each other. It would, literally, take me less time to driver to the next state than it would to get to her place. The cool thing is that we both agreed to meet each other roughly half-way between her place and mine. To make things even better, she suggested we at least get some dinner – spend a little more time together to make it worth both of our while. I certainly can’t complain about that!
- Auteur Theory (jillianbrodner.wordpress.com)