Dating for Aliens, Part Deux

After a two week hiatus I get a message from B. I was surprised but pleasantly. I was hanging out with Trudy when said contact occurred, via text message. As Meg was visiting family out of state, I immediately text message her: B texted me, he wants to go get a drink tonight. Except that I send the text to B. Oh yea. SMOOTH. As soon as I realized what I have done, I scream. Trudy falls to the floor laughing. And I have to give B credit here. This is what I get back: He does.

It was hot that day but I was sweating from embarrassment.

I met B for drinks that night. I had a lot of fun. He’s super fun and nice. And wears really good pants. But what is going on here? There’s hugging and he’s paying for drinks but I am still not getting a clear read on this one. Maybe because he’s nice and funny and doesn’t stare at my chest. Or maybe he hasn’t gotten to that chapter in the Alien/Human dating manual yet. The good news is that I like him more and more. The bad news is….well there is no bad news. We exchanged some emails today – a great step – and we’re heading for drinks next week. Now: how to pay for the drinks….he keeps buying and I’m way overdue to take him out. And how to do something else besides drinking. Not that I mind boozing on dates, but maybe a walk of sorts? I’m too tired to think of something right now. Suggestions are welcome.

Overall freakiness factor: this is happening organically and I am so not used to that. I can’t wait to see what chapter of the Alien/Human dating manual he gets to by next week so I can keep you posted. Also, I’ll ask Soup Can for an evaluation of the situation as well. We all need some male perspective sometimes. But (who are we kidding here?) rarely.