Chasing Pavements

I wasn't stood up.  As soon as I finished typing my last blog...

the phone rang.

i hit "Publish Post".

it was him.

He started off apologizing.  He said he would take me to the nicest - not that nice place in the area.  He said I could order whatever I wanted.  He mentioned a steakhouse, PF Changs, and Cheesecake Factory.  He said it was totally not his style and that he felt awful.  

We ate sushi.  He ordered for us.  I liked that.  

He looked ten times better in person than in his pictures.  I was nervous.  

I would like to say that he was as well.  I patted him on the shoulder at the end of the night and he flinched.  

At the end it was scary because I never know, should I kiss him, should he kiss me?  Should we wait.  When we chatted the first time we mentioned dating first.  Actually there was a slight typo and instead of saying that we could try the dating "angle" he said we could try Dating Angels.  We coined it as a phrase and joked back and forth about being Dating Angels with one another.  Somewhat playing on the fact that gay men are all but angelic when it comes to dating.  Most of the time for gay men the term "Dating" actually just means "fucking".  So.  It was nice to find someone who wanted to be Dating Angels.

On the way home we past Barnes and Noble.  He said one of his favorite things to do was to grab a bunch of random magazines and a coffee and read all the best articles from each magazine.  He said that WE should do that together sometime.  I loved it.  He said "Unless you think that is stupid".  

I didn't think that was stupid at all.

Instead of a kiss, I got the next date option.  He asked my schedule next week.  He looked disapproving when I didn't know it by heart.  I told him I was off on Saturday and he said that could work.  

So now I am writing a blog. 

I am making sure that you know that I did NOT get stood up.

I sent him a txt.  

"If we get the chance to hang out next saturday...maybe we can start the morning off with magazines and coffee at b and n"

He replied.  "I would like that"

Then I said.

"youre even cuter in person...the magazines sound fun...keep me posted on ur schedule...if you are lucky i might make french toast"

We'll see.  Hopefully I don't run out of Nutmeg