You will not believe what just happened to me. I went on a first date with this guy I met through the internet, of course, where else do I meet guys these days? And he is a total sweetie! I, me, moi, finally meet a sweetie in NYC! I truly thought they were an urban myth, although I had spotted some on my people watching afternoons. They always seemed attached though, so nothing really I could do about it.
This guy is sweet, no questions asked and he’s not, how do I put this mildly? in touch with his feminine side to the point where I need to wonder or worse, worry. I met a sweetie! Not a player, a smooth talker, a party boy, a finance dude, or a workaholic. He’s a sweetie. I can’t believe it, I’m so excited!
He actually came to pick me up at my place so that we could walk together and talk on our way to the restaurant. And after the margaritas and nachos I was so set on having, he walked me home, kissed me on the cheek and left. To then send me a text message a few minutes later saying how much he had enjoyed his time with me. Now, that screams sweetie like nothing else.
Oh, and did I mention he’s never been married, has no kids, is a Christian, is significantly taller than I am even with heels, has a very cute face, is a bit on the conservative side like I am (I know you are all liberals, but the love remains, right?) and lives 5 blocks from me? Yes! Now this is what I call a good night out.