I take him to my local Turkish and we went bowling. We talked and talked... We got along like a house on fire.
We had a great time, he walked me home. He leans in and i let him kiss me. I was told the look on my face was shock and not necessarily the good kind.
I said yes to a second date. He kisses me again; and drives 100 miles home.
He takes me ice skating- he tries to hold on to me every chance he gets; Im too fast, much better than him on ice skates. We hold hands as we go round and round.
He tries to win me a toy at the fair; two milk cans down of the 3- the man takes pity on him and I get a little minion. We walk around the fake german market, laugh at silly things as we walk through the crowds. I tell him we can have shared custody of the minion.
We're nestled in a pub later on; as he leans in I notice his hand on my knee- it stays there as I natter away. I tell him he's cheeky but I let him leave his hand where it is.
Several margaritas and a huge mexican meal later he puts my scarf on and pull me close. I let him kiss me and I kiss him back.
Slowly, with thought, because I'm not sure.
He's not pretty. He's so far removed from pretty.
There's the fact that he's heavy, and he's got a belly. And not in the little food belly kind of belly either.
Oh the universe is having a joke.
I'm torn. I like this guy, but he's no looker. (I'm cringing at my shallowness here....cringing). He's not suave, sophisticated and wealthy. He's doesn't even possess the same level of education. He makes soda pop.
He's got buckets of personality and I'm a sucker for personality and being spoilt (he put my skates on for me).