Maddog’s First Date…

I had a date today.

Let me repeat THAT.

I had a date today.

It lasted 9 hours, 24 minutes, and 7 seconds.

I’m not kidding.

No really.  I’m not.

I got to the restaurant at 1:00 p.m. just as I said I would.

I left him after dinner at 9:24 p.m.

Needless to say I had a good time.  A VERY good time.

I think some of you thought a lot of my post was serious last night.  I was nervous about today.  I’ve been nervous about every first date I’ve been on.  It’s even worse if it’s a blind date.  It’s all about wanting to be liked.  But I’m not nearly as neurotic as I sounded.  More than anything I just wanted to go and have fun and be with someone who’d shown some interest in me.

After 9 hours, I think he’s interested.

I got off the train a couple of minutes before 1:00 p.m. and then had to call him to get directions from the train.

When I walked in, he was sitting there all cute and all, with his big brown eyes.  He got up, gave me a hug, and we settled in, chatting.

The conversation never lagged.  We chatted and laughed about all the normal first date things.  Family, jobs, etc.

After brunch, we got up and as he stood I said, “Damn, your tall.”  He’s 6’2.  I usually go for short boys.  I didn’t remember him being that tall.  He suggested we go for a walk.  I asked where to, and he said, “Why don’t we just see where we end up.”

We ended up at his apartment.

And he offered me a Diet Coke.  (He’s a Diet Coke drinker as well).  And then we settled in on the sofa and talked for almost two hours hardly touching at all.

Then he kissed me.  And then I kissed him.  And then we kissed each other.  And then we did some heavy making out.

And then we moved to the bedroom.

And we took a nap.  You were expecting something else weren’t you.  We snuggled up to each other and slept for about two hours.

And then we talked some more.

And then we…that parts none of your business.

And then we talked some more.

And then I said, “Either we have to get food, or I have to go home.”

And he said, “Then I guess we’ll get food.”

and we did.

We went to an Irish pub near his apartment that has great cheeseburgers.

And we chatted some more.

And then he walked me to the train.

He kissed me good night and walked away.

And about halfway down the block, he gave me the look back.

Yeap.  I think he might be interested.


By the way:  He has a Mohawk.  How cool is that?  Oh and he’s 10 years younger than me.


11 thoughts on “Maddog’s First Date…

  1. Peter January 12, 2009 / 02:27

    Nine minus one is eight to me! But who’s counting… you had a good time and that’s important. 😉

  2. Lemuel January 12, 2009 / 06:12

    hoo-HAH! 🙂 Best wishes, Maddog!

  3. Bill January 12, 2009 / 09:27

    Woo Hoo!
    I’m glad someone on the East Coast is getting some action.
    Seriously, I’m glad you guys had a great first date, with plenty of getting-to-know-all-about-you time.

  4. Sarah January 12, 2009 / 09:32

    Glad to hear you met soemone nice.

  5. Sarah January 12, 2009 / 09:37

    For the life of me I always type “soem” in lieu of “some.”

  6. BearToast Joe January 12, 2009 / 18:53

    Hmm… Hey, I like shorter, too. But, younger will do.
    I’m really glad you a) had a date, and b) had a really good date.
    You go, bro.

  7. urspo January 13, 2009 / 00:05

    Mohawk man?

  8. Ultra Dave January 14, 2009 / 23:32

    Good for you! I’m glad it went well! Yup, I think he is interested.

  9. Rich January 15, 2009 / 12:34

    Good For You. Before meeting my boyfriend, I hadn’t been on a date in forever. I think he sounds interested. Best of Luck 🙂

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