[Scene 1: We ended up meeting in a "super-top-secret" parking garage I found - close, free, and totally hidden from view unless you knew it was there.]
Upon getting out of our cars, el Guapo moved toward me, looked me up and down... and placed one hand on the back of my head, the other hand on my shoulder.... looking deep into my eyes... he said "you're beautiful" .... Swoon. Then we hugged.
end of scene 1
[Scene 2: Walking to the Pub/Sitting in the Pub]
El Guapo ordered drinks and paid for them. We found a place to sit and browsed through the local free liberal newspaper. It's officially titled the "Sacramento News & Review" but we decided that it needs to be titled "The Midtown Rant & Vitriol". Haha. He ordered food and paid for it... see a pattern here?
A woman complimented my shoes, el Guapo complimented my eyeglasses and says that looking over the top of the rims is provocative. We eat our dinner, chatting and laughing, talking about exs and his kids and our failed marriages (one each). He told me that I eat analytically. Cute. I tried to be ladylike - glad he noticed.
During dinner, el Guapo asked me how I hold hands. He put his hand up and I took it. He said "You're RIGHT! That's the right way... women who hold hands wrong... there's something wrong with them..." So we held hands and chatted and flirted for a while longer. Then it was time to go, and he asked if I'd like to go for a walk.
end of scene 2
[Scene 3: Walking and the Capitol Rose Garden]
It is 7 blocks from the pub to the Capitol, but it's my one-trick-pony trick. Men love to act romantic in a romantic setting (Guys, I know you do). We walked and talked... talked and walked all of the way holding hands, as I navigated us to the rose garden. This is my home turf and el Guapo knows it. He asked me if I was going to mettle with his virtues. I told him I was going to take him to a burnt-down trailer... "heh-heh".
We got to my favorite entrance of the rose garden and I told him that the last time I was there, it was strewn with rose-petals on the sidewalk, all of the way to the fountain, as there had just been a wedding there. El Guapo asked me to show him my favorite rose, and I told him the ones that smell like raspberries are my favorite. I took off my shoes to walk in the grass and he wandered over to get a better vantage point of the moon.
He pulled me over to the Vietnam Memorial and told me about his crazy uncle and how messed up he was when he came home from that war. We expressed our political views and then sat on a bench, just soaking up the scent of roses, the sound of trickling water, and the nearly full moon. El Guapo pulled his knee up and scooted around so I could lay my head on his shoulder. He put both arms around me and kissed my neck.
I got up and el Guapo pulled my head to the side and kissed me. Sweet Surrender! I wanted to feel something in the moment that I was first kissed by someone other than Othello. But I didn't feel anything. (Big frowny face here). But I did keep my head about me and didn't do anything stupid, which was good.
More walking, more stopping, more hands on my waist. I slapped them once. He held me close, looked deep into my eyes and kissed me on the lips. It was such an intimate moment, as satisfying smack.... but I thought it was a little slutty, so I didn't return the kiss with as much gusto as it had been given. He kissed all over my face and then said "Oh my ... I have to step away before I get all grabby". It was nice of him to be so gentlemanly.
Walking back to our cars... we encountered a bachelorette party. They offered to take our picture, as seen here:
Did I mention that it was windy that night.
end of scene 3
[Scene 4: End of date, approaching the super-secret parking garage]
El Guapo asked what would happen if the parking garage had closed - it was now almost 3 hours later. I said that would be bad. He said "It would be fine... we would just roll with it." How f-ing fortuitous... because that is just what happened.
He said he would just call a cab. We both had to work Saturday morning and he was going to be pretty close. We decided to meet for lunch on Saturday. Meanwhile, I called Othello to come and get me.
Before anyone has a heart-attack and starts throwing sharp objects toward me... you must know that O is still my best friend (however difficult that is... it's what it is...). He dropped everything and came to get me. I pretty much bolted when he got there, because O said it was tacky of me to stand there with el Guapo. I screamed and cried at Othello because he would never ever respect el Guapo or anyone else, if they didn't wait with me and make sure I was safe.
Alrighty... so the next day I chatted with el Guapo, went to where he was working, and had a nice lunch. I got a sweet hug and a kiss, and he said "I'll see you again soon?" Okay...
end of scene 4
Okay. That last part was weird. Does that mean a good thing or a bad thing? Ahh... the humanity! I hate when I can't exactly read a date. I like el Guapo, but there are no feelings yet. Time, I know sen-sae. Hope you liked my first-date recreation...
[the] grasshoppah
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Update - El Guapo never called back after I told him that I wanted to have babies; he has three teenagers and wants no more.
Can't blame him. But it still sux. It was an uber-romantic date and I could have fallen for him.
--Dot
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