Yvonne's Dating Adventures - Date No. 1 Recap

Alright bloggies, you asked for it (didn't you?) so here it is.  I finally gathered enough courage to get back into the dating world.  Let me tell you, enter at your own risk!  That being said, I met bachelor number one through mutual friends.  It was and wasn't a "set-up".  Ok it was, but we pretended that it wasn't and it made things easier for us.  Trust me.  He's a nice guy, is in the journalism industry, went to UT (University of Texas), has three siblings like myself.  He was born in Brazil but has lived in Houston since he was five.  He's easy on the eyes, great conversationalist and he's employed. Every woman's dream amiright?  After speaking on the phone for a few days and running into each other at the grocery store (yep.  really happened), *Joe asked me out.  (fake name obviously, duh!)  We met for dinner at a really awesome Italian restaurant.  He let me choose, so I liked him already.  Food was excellent, wine was heavenly and the date?  It was good. I mean, for it being a first date and all, and me being so rusty, it was a good date.  Trust me, it could have been worse. We have a lot in common and he loves the Astros (even now, even still) and oh.my.gosh, he has impeccable manners.  Whenever I would stand up to go to the ladies room, he would stand up too, and also when I returned to the table.  I absolutely love that.  You don't see that anymore, not much anyway.  After dinner we walked over to a jazz bar down the street.  A friend of his was playing that night and he wanted to check it out.  I was all for it, I love live music, especially jazz.  It was a nice night.  Ok not really, it was humid and felt like an oven outside but aside from that, it really was a nice night.  At the jazz place we talked some more, listened to some awesome music and around midnight, like Cinderella, he saw me to my carriage.  I could tell he totally wanted to kiss me.  But I wasn't feeling it.  So I met him halfway and kissed his cheek and he kissed mine.  Then he told me he would like to see me again.  He travels a lot, so he said it would have to be when he returned.  I agreed to see him again and we would "talk soon".  Well, no sooner had I gotten into my car and driven away than I get a phone call from him.  He wanted to tell me again what a nice time he had and hoped I enjoyed myself too.  We actually spoke the whole drive to my house. It was nice.  So yeah, I'm more than likely going out with him again.  We'll see.  Did I mention he is 30 years old?

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