The ghost – first date pt 2

It was a scorcher outside the day of our first date, and of course our date was outside. So I sat in front of my for a solid half hour deciding what I wanted to wear…. I needed something cute, comfortable, cool AND most importantly something that would hide the inevitable sweat marks. I straightened my hair and put a bit more makeup on than normal – which really isn’t a lot as I am a mascara wearing girl only.

Alright, it was time to leave.

I was so excited as I got into my car and set the GPS (aka my phone) to a parking ramp near the arcade we were meeting at. The entire drive, all 15 minutes, I was smiling and imagining how the night was going to go.

Funny story, not related to the date – but related to the date. After I parked my car in an underground garage, I could not figure out how to get out onto the street. I was inside a building with glass, so I could see outside, but every door was locked. Took my nearly five minutes to find an actual door leading outside.

Anyways, back to the date.

We were meeting outside of the arcade, and I got there first. As I stood there waiting for him, I was constantly looking around me to see him coming. Butterflies occupied my stomach and my heart was racing a mile a minute. As I saw him walking towards me I was captivated by how handsome he was. Tall, tanned skin, big brown eyes, and dark brown hair with a bit of grey.

After an awkward hello and slight hug, we head inside. Our first move was to head up to the rooftop. To get to the rooftop, we had to go through a parking garage and up an elevator. There were nearly 10 people crammed into a small elevator with no AC on a mid-90 degree day. We made a quick round of the rooftop and decided to head back downstairs and try out some of the games.

As we got tokens, in the form of a little card you can load/reload, we joked about the money sucking machines and how his daughter would love anything from them no matter how dumb the prize was. We played pinball and had a fun back and forth about who was better – he kicked my ass.

About a hour before the game started we decided to walk to the ballpark.

After we got in the park, we walked numerous laps around the field, talking and getting to know each other. When we got too hot, we would escape into a baseball museum where there was AC.

Just before the game started we stopped to get drinks (soda/water) and a hot dog. Standing in line he looked down at me and said “you are so pretty”. My immediate reaction was to stand up on my tippy toes and kiss him. Our first kiss, only a hour after meeting each other and in the concession line. Honestly, it was perfect.

We sat down to watch the game on a grassy hill in the outfield and sat super close to each other. As the game went on, we talked and laughed. He put his arm around me, put his hand on my knee, and held my hand. Honestly it was wonderful. At one point he turned, looked at me and told me he wanted to kiss me again – but wanted to be appropriate around all the kids. I turned and pointed at my cheek, he got the hint and gave me a nice kiss on the cheek.

One of the deeper conversations this night was about our age difference, which is important in this story – but more so later on. You see, he is 37 and I am 27. I asked him if he could foresee any issue with this, his response was that men are always about 10 years behind their age in maturity – so we really are the same age. It made me laugh. I laughed a lot that night.

As the night went on, we talked about date #2 – he was the one to bring it up.

The baseball game was background noise to our conversation. I don’t remember who the Saints played, what the score was, or anything else that happened during the game. We were in our own world getting to know each other.

At the end of the night he walked me to my car.

Once we got to my car, he kissed me goodnight in a way that made me feel so desirable. We had a good teenage makeout session up against the wall next to my car… and in my car a bit more.

I was on cloud nine. Every moment of that date was better than I could have ever hoped.

This story is not over, but it is over for tonight.

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