dinner with parachute man

I met up with him for sushi last night. Remember it had been more than 3 weeks since our first date - so I was not sure what to expect. Honestly, I remember liking him and our first date but time had passed and the excitement had worn thin. I was reminded last night what I liked about him. And also realized that there is more to learn - as always.

We met outside the restaurant- he looked cute. He has an asymmetrical face that you can only notice from one side. Even though I do not have a 'type' per se as is easily seen from my past loves, it is true that I do find asymmetry very attractive. Symmetry can be beautiful like a rose, but asymmetry is more like sunflowers, dahlias and zinnias...

Dinner was on the quiet side - I was tired and he was tired - but, nonetheless, comfortable and more of a time to get to know each other than a passionately conversational dinner. Again - the nerve factor. There is so much to get to know about him that our 'dates' are difficult because I'd rather be out and about doing something else together that will provide a milieu for conversation (through which we can get to know each other). So the "dinner date" is the hardest probably for initial nerve interactions. Must keep that in mind.

Parachute mans's next project involves the building of a wind tunnel somewhere in Brooklyn/Manhattan - cool!


After our quiet, but nice, dinner - we walked out of the restaurant and he took my arm and, i think, was attempting to escort me across the cobblestoned trafficky street - when he wrapped it the wrong way around so that it was actually quite awkward for me to keep it there. But the gesture was cute - and very telling. He was working hard for some physical contact. And he chose the right way to get it.

He drove me home in his Element and walked around the car to let me out and give me a hug. Half way through the hug, he decides he is going to crack my back for me (who knows where this came from?) - he quickly asks, is clearly excited about sharing this with me and, before I can refuse, he has me off of my feet in a bear hug and proceeds to crack my back in two places. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop (pause) pop, pop,pop,pop,pop. I am pressed so closely to him and basically fully at his mercy and, as he cracks me, I unconsciously moan into his ear. It was *quite* intimate for a good night hug. And unexpected. He likes to hug. And then, as I was hoping, he gathered up the bravery to steal a kiss.

'Mmm, soft lips', he said.
I smiled and kissed him two more times -