Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Dipping a Toe Back in

So even though I’m 40 years old, I’ve never really been on a real, scheduled-in-advance, adult-type date. Dating for me up until this point has really been a series of random teenage hook-ups fueled by cheap schnapps and my desire to french kiss boys in the back of a Buick Skylark. Then I got married at 20 years old and such tongue-action in the back of muscle cars was frowned upon.  

Now that I find myself a single adult for the first time ever, I have started doing relationshipy things in a less, uhh…. organic way, than I used to. And a couple of weeks ago I was asked out on a date. By a man. He wasn’t even drunk and I had no idea what kind of car he drives. Although he did tell me his favourite band was AC/DC so I’m assuming we’re taking some kind of two-door American car with a shitty muffler and personalized plates.  

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

It started innocently enough as a work meeting, but heading into the third hour it was becoming pretty clear it wasn’t a work meeting anymore. We talked about our lives, kids, (failed) marriages, hobbies, likes and dislikes (this is when the AC/DC thing came up. I just tried to move on as quickly as possible), and all the things people talk about when they are genuinely interested in getting to know one another. It was something I hadn’t done in a long time. I liked it.   

I still wasn’t calling it a real ‘date’ because the way it went down was the grown-up version of the schnapps/muscle car make-out sessions of my youth. Only with less tongue and way better liquor. But when we finally had to leave, only because I needed to collect my children, he asked if he could call me. That seemed super grown-up and datey so of course I said yes. And I liked him.

We went out about a week later to Blues Night at a local pub. I met him at this club because I was scared if he picked me up he would just drive me to the outskirts of town and dismember me. That happens a LOT on Dateline, and I really didn’t want to end up as a story narrated by Keith Morrison.  Anyway….

When the band started playing he coaxed me to his side of the table, and I reluctantly complied. He put his arm around me and I immediately stiffened up. I separated from my husband of 19 years just shy of six months ago. I’m still raw, still reeling, and I live in a small city. Any number of people I knew could have seen me sitting there coupled up with this man. I wasn’t ready to answer questions about it.  I didn’t have any answers to give anyway.  I said yes to a date, and for now and into the foreseeable future that is the end of that story.  But no one I knew saw us, and I did my best to stay relaxed and enjoy myself. I had a good time. He smelled nice and laughed a lot.

When the night was over he walked me to my car. He’s tall..about 6 or 7 inches taller than I am. And it was cold outside. He was standing very close to me, looking down at me, and when I looked up he kissed me. His jacket was open so I put my arms inside it and around him and just went with it. It was grade 10 ALL over again and it was awesome.

We made-out on the side of the road for about five minutes and I let him grab my ass. Then I listened to AC/DC songs all the way home.


Just kidding.  I don’t like him THAT much.