Mr. Could-It-Be?

I was really beginning to have doubts about this internet dating thing when I met Mr. Could-It-Be. I didn’t even feel like going, almost canceled on him. He set the date up and I met him at Café Asia in Rosslyn. As I walked up to the restaurant, I saw him and my heart rate quickened immediately when I noticed he was even better looking in person than he was in his pictures. It was sort of like how I felt when I first saw Mr. Never-Gonna-Happen. I was glad I had decided to go home to fix up my hair and change into the sexier skirt and brightly colored open-back tank top with 4” wedges .

I walked in and we hugged; as he kissed me on the cheek I wondered if he felt how fast my heart was beating. We were led to a table and started talking. We were so involved in our conversation that we forgot to look at the menu. When the waiter came, he let me pick the wine, and then I let him pick the sushi. We conversation was great with absolutely no lulls. I suggested half-way through the meal that we continue the date down the street at a hookah bar. He later told me that he liked how I took the initiative to do so.

At venue number 2, we talked about everything under the sun. From music to religion we were right in sync with each other. I let my mind wander to all the fun we could have together. At one point he said, “So when would you like to move in?” I wanted to stay with him for days, but I had to work in the morning. So he got the check and we walked to my car.

As I was driving him home, I tuned my iPod to one of my favorite bands because he wasn’t familiar with them. I was grinning ear to ear the whole time when he noticed my dimples…they are hard to catch; in fact, I don’t think anyone has ever commented on them before. When we got to his place, he said “Will you get out of the car so I can hug you?” I obliged him of course. I smiled so big the whole way home that my face hurt as I tried to calm my brain down enough to get to sleep. He told me the next day that he had had the same experience that night. It was the first night I didn’t think of Mr. Never-Gonna-Happen since I met him. I am truly smitten. We have plans on Monday and again next weekend. I cannot wait to see him again.