So, date no' 2. in Rambling sane thoughts of the terminally me

It went well enough. Start off by saying I’ve gotten a date 3 out of it so it can’t be that bad, right?

I will say that there was some basic problems that were caused as a result of poor analysis on my part. Specifically, comedy clubs are not second date material. I deliberately avoided the cliche of the cinema because I wanted to be able to talk without ever considering that the exact same problem occurs in a comedy club. We had about an hour of conversation and then the show started and the most we could manage was a little whisper between acts and during the intermission. I don’t think either of us know the other well enough to be comfortable just being quiet in their presence, coupled with the fact we both like chattering like… er… something that chatters a lot. The silence felt a little forced and I was compelled to keep surreptitiously checking she was enjoying the evening.

I think she was aware of the same problem and she confessed she was surprised when I suggested that venue. Oh well, lesson learned.

The only problem is that with it being that sort of date I don’t feel I learned too much more about Kathleen and this means I’m at roughly the same level of caution and, well it’s me so let’s face it, stupid paranoia. I envy those people who can just go out and go on a date without worrying. Just revel in their own confidence. Bastards.

I did get a kiss out of it at the end of the night, so my prediction came true. I will say this lass is a good kisser. No, an excellent kisser. So there’s that in her favour.

Now, of course, I need to plan date 3. I’m thinking about the doing of something. Possibly a winter picnic. Drive out somewhere, go for a walk, bring coffee and the gas stove and cook sausages and bacon in the freezing cold. It sounds good to me but I’m odd. I’m going to suggest it up and gauge response. She has claimed to be a bit of an outdoor person so it may be an appropriate idea but I’d rather not do it if she’s not going to enjoy freezing her tits off for the pleasure of becoming warm again through the medium of caffeine and dead pig.

We had a very fun discussion on the subject of pillow forts. Turns out we are both in favour of them and this may feature in future plans the first time one of us actually ends up around the other ones house.

I actually did consider blowing off my social plans this evening because Kathleen was apparently going to a party and didn’t massively want to go. The immediate thought was to just say “well we could build that fort” and invite her round but
a) I’m busy this evening and I really shouldn’t cancel.
b) I’m not sure whether that would be too forward.
c) I’m not sure how comfortable I am with a whole evening. This sounds weird but one of the reasons I like dates at the start of a potential relationship is because they have a definable beginning and end. If the date is going well you can extend it and if it’s going badly you can bail early but there’s a fixed point where it is going to happen and you’re going to go home and think about how it went.
If you invite someone over to your house however, that isn’t there. It also opens up the whole sexual aspect because, c’mon, there’s a bed right there and you’re hot. This combination of elements is one I prefer at a slightly later stage when I can judge reactions better because I am not good at making presumptions.

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Last updated November 21, 2014