Thursday I think our date was around 6:00pm at this high end pizza place called One Speed where his cousin Chris works. When I got to the restaurant I got a little nervous because it was a lot nicer than I expected it to be, and I was wearing shorts! So I was grateful at least my top was nice. (Purchased in Munich, I think. A gauzy peach if I remember right, but I'm not sure.) I had white shorts and sandals on though, I'm pretty sure. Daniel was dressed up from work again, with his now customary leather jacket, button down shirt and a tie. We greeted each other with a hug, I think and went inside and got a seat by the window. It was the perfect place to sit and they were ready to seat us right away. I think he had made a reservation too. He was very slick about the whole thing and I felt really special on this whole date. His cousin wasn't on shift that day, but apparently had made some kind of arrangement and Daniel texted him when we got there, and Chris had our waitress comp us pate crostini... It was beautiful, very expensive, and delicious. Unfortunately, I am terrified of food like that, and Daniel already knew that about me. As the crostini sat on the table, I could literally see him doing the back and forth with his eyes from the plate to the menu, trying to figure out what it was while I was talking. It was pretty funny and I tried not to notice. I had already decided I was going to eat at least one no matter what it was because it was so sweet of his cousin, but I was pretty sure that wasn't bean paste on that damn piece of bread.
Finally I addressed it and we figured it out and agreed it was pate, and he said something like, You're not going to eat it, are you? And I said yes I was, it was just going to take awhile! And It was delicious, and the balsamic reduction on top was very good, and I would even eat it again! But I only made it through one. Daniel got the other three. Ha.
Very shortly after being seated I looked up and realized Daniel had flamingos on his tie! So adorable! I loved this so much the next time he wore it I made him send me a picture.
I adored this tie!
We shared a beautiful pizza, which was a special of the evening and Daniel ordered a bottle Prosecco. It was perfect. It could not have been more perfect. The waitress kept coming by to check on us but we were so busy talking we couldn't be interrupted. :)
Since we didn't get to get ice cream at Gunther's on our first date, Daniel really wanted to make sure we got it on our second, so we walked over to Burr's Soda Fountain afterwards and he said I could pay for the ice cream cones. He got s simple flavor, like pistachio or something (I might be mixing this up with a later date) and I got a fancy cherry chocolate chip thing. Before I could get out my money he had already paid though and I gave him a flirty stink eye. He had literally just promised to let me pay. He had paid our whole (very expensive) dinner tab so I wanted to do something. But he just smiled and let his beautiful blue eyes twinkle at me.
We took our cones and decided to walk over to East Portal Park to explore for a bit. We walked a block or so and finally his hand found it's way to my hand and I breathed a sigh of relief. It's like... it's like that was where it belonged and it should have been there all along. Just about as soon as he did it he said, "And.... now we are holding hands!" Like it was a little triumph for him. :)
We found a bench and sat and talked for a long time. More than an hour at least. I told him deep personal things, and he told me deep personal things. It was a heavy conversation, but at the same time it was very comfortable and safe. I kind of think we went to the park because he wanted to kiss me, but the conversation was so deep it wasn't quite the right time yet. We ended up walking around the perimeter of the park and I showed him the house I lived in in college and a local LDS church that I had always admired that had beautiful hydrangea bushes growing around it. We walked past a little florist shop and peered in the windows and he said he might need to buy me flowers some day. I said, "Boys always say that..." And let my voice trail off. Because they never follow through! He laughed and said he actually might do it, and for a second I almost believed him.
We headed back to the restaurant and he led me to where I parked. As we reached the street corner he stopped and said... I don't really want you to go yet. And I turned and looked up at him, probably rather innocently and said, well, what else can we do? It was 10:45pm. How about a movie?
So we jumped into his car and went to the theatre downtown and saw "The Intern," with Anne Hathaway and Robert DeNiero. Definitely a chick flick, but tolerable for men. Daniel kept his arm around me the whole film, and held my hand, rubbing his thumb around my thumb. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't want him to do it in the theatre, so I very deliberately kept my face turned away. I can't recall now when he said it, whether it was on the way to, or on the way home from the theatre that he said, "I AM going to kiss you though." And I blushed furiously. He drove me back to my car after 1:30am I think, and we held hands in the car. It felt good. He parked behind me and walked me to my car but... He left headlights on! As we got out I said, "Your headlights!" And he said, something about it's because the car's power was on or some nonsense-but I knew what was coming next, and I didn't want the whole neighborhood to have a show when he walked me to my door! By the time we got there (just a few steps) I was pretty nervous and he hugged me, and I hissed again, "your headlights!" and he said, do you want me to turn them off? And I said, no, it's too late now! And then he just sort of smiled and he leaned in and kissed me.
It was good. But I'll tell you.
His beard smelled a tid bit like the fancy cheese from the pizza. ;)
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