Third date
So we decided to hang out on Sunday in the middle of the day. He had been out the night before with friends, and had a few drinks, so he wasn't feeling his best that day.
John is a big fan of newspapers and magazines and the like, so he brought over some reading material, and we hung out on the couch for the afternoon. The weather was dreary and rainy, so it was the perfect day to be inside. We read, we chatted . . . he started to get sleepy, so he took a 30 minute nap - so cute when he sleeps :)
I had a dinner planned with a friend that evening, so John headed home around 4:30. I went to my friend's boyfriend's house, and we had a lovely dinner. I was home by 9ish, and not tired at all. So I called John and invited him to come over and watch a movie with me. I said it was ok if he said no, but he agreed and hopped in the car. We had a glass of wine (which I convinced him was THE cure for a hangover - more booze), watched TV and chatted. It was really late when he left (I want to say 1 or 2am). Remember that he hasn't kissed me yet . . . we seemed to enjoy each other's company, but there really wasn't any touchy-stuff or real signals . . . so when he left, he gave me a big hug, and a peck on the lips.
I was like, OK. Progress.
But was that just a little 'friend' peck? Hmmm. I would be left to wonder as he headed out the door.
John is a big fan of newspapers and magazines and the like, so he brought over some reading material, and we hung out on the couch for the afternoon. The weather was dreary and rainy, so it was the perfect day to be inside. We read, we chatted . . . he started to get sleepy, so he took a 30 minute nap - so cute when he sleeps :)
I had a dinner planned with a friend that evening, so John headed home around 4:30. I went to my friend's boyfriend's house, and we had a lovely dinner. I was home by 9ish, and not tired at all. So I called John and invited him to come over and watch a movie with me. I said it was ok if he said no, but he agreed and hopped in the car. We had a glass of wine (which I convinced him was THE cure for a hangover - more booze), watched TV and chatted. It was really late when he left (I want to say 1 or 2am). Remember that he hasn't kissed me yet . . . we seemed to enjoy each other's company, but there really wasn't any touchy-stuff or real signals . . . so when he left, he gave me a big hug, and a peck on the lips.
I was like, OK. Progress.
But was that just a little 'friend' peck? Hmmm. I would be left to wonder as he headed out the door.