So I went out on a date this afternoon into the evening (3-9pm). It was really, REALLY fun. We had some beers, played pool, had dinner, talked a lot. It was SO. FUN.
On paper… well, I’m not sure about him on paper. He’s technically unemployed. Though this status was a decision on his part, and he is self-sufficient and pays his bills and owns property and whatever. And he paid for the date. See, he has decided to simplify his life and to build a house with his own hands out of an old barn. He’s kind of a strange combination of a Marxist environmentalist and a weirdo libertarian. And yet not earnest or preachy or an asshole.
This is the first guy I’ve gone out with since The Dude – and let’s note, I’ve gone out with like 10 guys since The Dude – that I am *interested* in. Like, genuinely and totally INTERESTED in. As a person. He’s an interesting guy. As I noted, we had a LOT of fun. That I am not unsure of. And there seemed to be a good vibe between us. At the end of the date, I said goodbye to him at his car. He bestowed upon me two gifts from the dollar store, which he had visited earlier in the day: some rooster potholders and some mardi gras beads – he has chickens (one of the first things that made me bother to get to know him, seriously), and he used to live in NOLA. And there was a very warm hug goodbye. But he didn’t kiss me…. To be fair, I didn’t kiss him either, but the point is there was no kissing. He texted me when he got home and he said that he had fun. I replied that I, too, had fun. But we have no plans to get together again, and what with that plus the no kissing…. I’m just not sure what to make of it all.
But at least for the moment, I am in like. And it’s been a very long time since I have felt that prior to making out with somebody. And he made me laugh so hard my face hurt. And there was definite “clicking.” I think. Though maybe it was just friend clicking? (On my end it wasn’t just friend clicking, but maybe I don’t know crap and it was just friend clicking.)
So The Homesteader. He’s an interesting prospect, until I discover otherwise. INTERESTING.