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I went on a real date, or something like a real date on Thursday with my friend Greg, who is engaged, polyamourous, has dated a friend of mine, and now is apparently interested in me.
We had tea and watched the last showing of Snowpiercer, and held hands on the way to his car. Not a weird thing for me with friends, and I didn't think anything big of it. We hugged goodbye and I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he replied with one mouth-to-mouth. I didn't think anything of it, except that it wasn't a particularly good kiss. He offered to drive me home, and I accepted, because he is great company to talk to, and car rides tend to be the best place to chat. Then we kissed again, and he made a kind of vocal expression of interest. Yikes.
I am going out with him again, but am not going to kiss him again. We are friends, and I want to remain just friends - just friends who go out for coffee or tea sometimes - and I have to nip this in the bud if I am going to keep things that way. So I am seeing him this afternoon after work at Java's.
I don't really know what I can talk about, except books maybe, but apparently he loves talking to me, which I find a little odd, yet flattering. I've never found myself to be the best conversationalist while talking to a doctoral (English-Lit) intellectual. I'm mentally below that, I'll admit. But I do enjoy listening, and I enjoy one-on-one chats where I can't be interrupted by someone on the sidelines.
Seriously. Not kissing him again. Can I dish? I'm going to dish. I'm not one to kiss-and-tell, but only colloquially, where kiss actually means fuck. I'm not one to fuck-and-tell, at least not on 'paper.' He is such a bad kisser. He makes an open O with his mouth as he goes in, and is so puckered, it's like kissing the hardened bill of a duck. I don't know if that's just a thin-lipped guy thing, or what. It was so awkward. I much prefer the kiss of someone with soft, pillowy lips.
Blech.
We had tea and watched the last showing of Snowpiercer, and held hands on the way to his car. Not a weird thing for me with friends, and I didn't think anything big of it. We hugged goodbye and I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he replied with one mouth-to-mouth. I didn't think anything of it, except that it wasn't a particularly good kiss. He offered to drive me home, and I accepted, because he is great company to talk to, and car rides tend to be the best place to chat. Then we kissed again, and he made a kind of vocal expression of interest. Yikes.
I am going out with him again, but am not going to kiss him again. We are friends, and I want to remain just friends - just friends who go out for coffee or tea sometimes - and I have to nip this in the bud if I am going to keep things that way. So I am seeing him this afternoon after work at Java's.
I don't really know what I can talk about, except books maybe, but apparently he loves talking to me, which I find a little odd, yet flattering. I've never found myself to be the best conversationalist while talking to a doctoral (English-Lit) intellectual. I'm mentally below that, I'll admit. But I do enjoy listening, and I enjoy one-on-one chats where I can't be interrupted by someone on the sidelines.
Seriously. Not kissing him again. Can I dish? I'm going to dish. I'm not one to kiss-and-tell, but only colloquially, where kiss actually means fuck. I'm not one to fuck-and-tell, at least not on 'paper.' He is such a bad kisser. He makes an open O with his mouth as he goes in, and is so puckered, it's like kissing the hardened bill of a duck. I don't know if that's just a thin-lipped guy thing, or what. It was so awkward. I much prefer the kiss of someone with soft, pillowy lips.
Blech.
