Last night was my second date with Jason. He's a bit of a geek, but is smarter than hell and has a wickedly dry sense of humor. My history with men is spotty at best, always falling for the chiseled Adonis type, easy on the eyes but in the end dim witted and often cruel. Jason is a real change of pace for me, not at all the type of guy that I usually find myself attracted to. Our first date was eerily chaste, Jason being the perfect gentleman opening doors for me and never once talking to my chest ... he really seemed to be interested in me, which left me with a tingle in my stomach as well as between my thighs after he left me at my front door ... no grope, no proposition, just a sweet soft kiss and a wave as he headed back to the waiting cab.
I called him the next day to ask him to dinner the following Friday. He was surprised and actually admitted to me that although he had a great time the previous night had not held out much hope for a second date rationalizing that most women like myself were put off by his geeky looks and shy nature. I guess I should explain that 'like myself' refers to a 5'7" 110 lb frame with small C cups, a flat stomach leading to hips that are just curvy enough to defy being described as narrow, green eyes with deep reddish brown hair above and lips that most men call 'kissable'. Just to complete the picture, the red hair and green eyes come with fair skin and a few freckles ... I am definitely not the heavy lidded red head seductress type but rather the all American girl-next-door. I have a few very close friends, a great paying job, an apartment on the lower West side of NYC and a family that lives just far enough away for me to miss from time to time. I digress, because for the story to make sense you have to know a little bit about my nature and why last night was such a surprise for not just poor Jason, but myself as well.
For our second date I got us into a place in Gramercy that is very hot right now (my job affords me a little influence in the restaurant world). Jason came straight from work, wearing a nice two piece with a very nice tie. He was obviously nervous and dropped the small bouquet of flowers he was carrying as he stepped out of the cab in front of the bar. My stomach did that little flip again as he abandoned it in the grey curbside puddle and quickly ducked across the street to buy another one from a street vendor before coming into the bar. I was sitting at a high table a few feet off the windows facing the street and he did not see me until he came inside. I stood up as he approached, a huge grin splitting his face, I leaned in to greet him with a kiss, I think I surprised him but he quickly recovered and I received the same warm sweet kiss that he had left me with on our last date. As soon as our lips touched I got the same stomach flip and tingle as well. I felt a little off balance as I was for the first time in a long time worried I might screw up on a date. A few drinks and stories of his hellish work week had me laughing and at ease, when our table was ready I found myself wanting to touch Jason as I walked around him to follow the host.