Three dates and counting
Alex and I went to Dave and Busters tonight. We played a lot of racing games and discovered that we're not altogether good at this "steering" thing. We sat at the bar and talked about movies that make us cry and traded auto accident stories (his are a lot more gruesome than mine). We played some nine ball and he kicked my butt. It was a lot of fun. Afterwards, he asked me what I was doing this weekend. Today is Thursday. He wanted to see me again two days from now! Two days. But since I'm most likely doing Halloweeny things this weekend and he's not at all interested in Halloween, he'll have to wait until next week. He suggested I come by his place and we can watch movies, I can see his carpets (he picked up a couple from Turkey, a couple from Egypt), and here's the really exciting thing: he's going to cook for me. Suddenly, I have a lot of hope for this relationship.