The Lone Star
Jiminy Cricket once sang to a starry night that, “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires, will come to you.” That can really screw with your head if you are in your thirties and still hoping that this theory from a singing cricket will actually happen to you. I can freely admit that if I do see that rare star in New York City, I usually wish upon it. Has any of my wishes come true from it? No. However, I am still hopeful.
After a successful first and second date with Mr. Architect, I was eagerly looking forward to our third. After the second date where he attended a friend of mine’s birthday party, we kept in constant communication. Whether it was email or text, there was his constant presence. Never in my dating experience, that after only a few dates did I ever not analyze it. With this guy, I do not have to over think anything. I don’t think he is seeing someone else; I am not worried if he likes me or not or when I will hear from him again. He lets me know how he feels, he tells me he likes me and he keeps in touch and thankfully not in an obnoxious way either. It is just the right amount.
For our third date, he planned it all. The only thing I was told to do last Wednesday was to show up on the corner of 15th Street and Union Square East at 5:30. Seeing that we hadn’t seen each other in a few days, we both were eagerly looking forward to seeing each other. All day long, I just wanted the time to go faster so that we could be together. Oddly enough, it was that day that Obama announced his support for Gay Marriage. No sooner did the news break that I got an email from my ex. The subject line read: MARRIAGE, and inside the email was the press release from Obama’s statement. DELETE. Two seconds later another email from him came in and there was no subject line but the body of the email read: “I was in your neighborhood last night and thought of you.” DELETE. I wasn’t going to let his manipulative jerk ruin my date. Boy, did it ever feel good to hit delete not once but twice on his dumb ass.
I jumped on the subway to Union Square and as I exited the station, there was a message from Mr. Architect. It said that he would be standing behind a Mr. Softee ice cream truck and I would know why in a few minutes. I get to the ice cream truck and he was standing in line to get us tickets for a show called, Fuerza Bruta. He told me that he knows I love dance and that this might be a fun show for us to see. I was truly surprised. Even if hated the show, I knew I wasn’t going to hate spending time with him. What really made me take even more notice in him was that he said, “If we don’t get tickets. I have a Plan B and you are NOT paying for these tickets.” What guy has a Plan B if Plan A should fail? Luckily for us, we didn’t need to explore Plan B for we got the tickets and since the show didn’t start till 8, so we had some time to kill.
We ended up going to Patsy’s Pizzeria on University Place. As we sat there, he ordered his beer and me with a red wine. He instantly put his hand on my knee and said, “I am so glad you were able to come out tonight. I am so happy.” I don’t even remember what my response was because I am sure the look on my face spoke for itself. It was look of sheer and utter giddiness. A guy that is so free with his emotions is something that is quite foreign to me. It was then that I decided I wasn’t going to worry about anything else for the rest of the evening. I was with him and that is where I wanted to be and it felt amazing. During the dinner, that is when the “Ex-Files” came out. He doesn’t have that much experience with dating but how he talks to me, you would have thought he actually wrote books on dating. As I began to give him only the highlights of my dating life, for fear of scaring the shit out of him, once I was done with sharing he looks at me and says, “It sounds like you need a break from these bad guys.” At first I began to think that it could always be worse, I stopped myself and thought, “No. He is right. I have paid a good amount of dues to this dating life. This just might be my time.” I held his hand, smiled and just was so eager to learn more about him. Seeing that he not only planned the date, got the tickets, there was no way in hell that I was going to let him pay for dinner. I paid and as we got onto the street, he grabbed my hand and didn’t let go till we got to the theater.
The show was amazing, entertaining and I really loved the music. It was a great thing to do on a date actually. After the show, it was still rather early and I knew we both didn’t want the night to end. Seeing that we both live on the west side, we walked from Union Square to Chelsea. Cocktails were needed and I didn’t want to run into any of my friends, so we ended up going to G bar because I knew that nobody would be there on a Wednesday night. I was right. It was as if we were the only two people there. He had his arm around me the whole time and we sipped our drinks slowly because we both didn’t want the night to end. Finally, it was time to go. We walked up Eighth Avenue and wouldn’t you know, I suddenly hear my name being yelled from the restaurant, Donatella’s, and it was a friend of mine waving and saying hello. It was there that Mr. Architect said, “Wow. You must be popular.” I gave his hand a squeeze and waved back to my friend. We got on the C train together and took it to the Columbus Circle stop, on the platform, he kissed me and said he had a wonderful time and is already looking forward to seeing me again. Now that is what we call a great date folks!
During our third date, we talked about when we would be seeing each other again. I knew he had already agreed to attend a friend of mine’s party on Saturday night but I didn’t want to wait even that long to see him again and turned out that we were both free Friday night. I thought about us doing another date of dinner and drinks but seeing that I had my apartment to myself, it was the end of a busy week, so why not just do dinner and drinks at my place? He loved the idea and seeing that I don’t own a lot of kitchen utensils, a wine opener is something that I am lacking. That day he sent me an email saying he is looking forward to seeing me and will bring wine along with a wine opener.
I left work a little early that Friday and managed to squeeze in a workout and get the apartment in order. The doorbell rang and up the stairs he came, as I opened the door to greet him, it dawned on me that I am letting a guy I like into my home. I have always been rather protective over my home. Especially when it comes to having guys come over. Just not something I do, mainly because if things go bad there is really no escape but it would be me having to kick him out. However, I was excited to have him over. I gave him a quick tour of the joint and poured us each a glass of wine. We talked about our day, kissed, updated each other on what we got done with work, kissed and oh yeah…kissed some more. We ordered dinner and it was time to select a movie to watch. He ended up choosing, Notting Hill, he had never seen it and I dare you to find someone that doesn’t love that movie. It was there that he did confess to not liking, Sex and the City, (that hurt him in the points department but I am going to let it slide…for now). The movie started and let’s just say that he never got to see Julia Roberts stand in front of a boy asking him to love her. I did something I have never done before. I asked him if he wanted to stay the night. I was nervous for his reaction but he just said, “I’d love to. Thank you for asking.”
The next morning, waking up in his arms, I was hooked. Normally I have those “next morning” thoughts. “Is he going to get up and leave”, “Is my breath bad or his breath bad” or “Do we have morning sex or now that it is daylight have feelings shifted?” Not with him, I seriously didn’t think any of those thoughts once. We both had things to do that day, so he did need to leave rather quickly but the good thing was that we would be seeing each other later on that evening for my friend’s house party. Hours later I got a text saying he had a good night and that he was looking forward to seeing me later. I responded with letting him know that the feeling was mutual and AGAIN, I found myself doing something I have never done. I told him that if he wanted to stay the night again, that he was more than welcome to. His reply, “You twisted my arm. I will stay the night.”
Saturday night’s house party was nice. Just the right amount of people, the cocktails were flowing and everyone was in good spirits. I arrived before he did and when he showed up (to which I accidentally gave him wrong directions) but once he showed up, I was on cloud nine. He did great holding his own with my friends, I didn’t need to hold his hand for anything, in fact, most of my friends chatted his ear off. After the party was winding down we all had the idea to go out to a bar but all I wanted to do was to go back to my apartment and be with him. Which is exactly what we did. Except this time before going to straight to my apartment, we got him his own toothbrush!
Yesterday morning, waking up again in his arms, even catching glimpses of him sleeping, it was lovely. I did have only a slight silent freak out in my head but I was able to control it. As I was resting my head on his chest with his arm around me, I thought, “Who am I? How did this happen? And what if I get used to this?” I told myself to shut the fuck up, enjoy the present moment and be happy that this guy has not given you not one mixed message, he isn’t running for the hills even after hearing about your dating past and he likes your friends and they like him. As our bodies began to wake up, it was there that I wanted to cook for him. So, I offered to get him iced coffee at Starbucks, which is the equivalent of me cooking for him. I told him to make himself comfortable while I ran out and get our coffee. As I was walking to Starbucks I noticed that I was smiling like a complete jackass. I was HAPPY!!! So fucking happy. That is what my emotion was. Sunday morning, waking up with him, getting iced coffee for us. It was a joyous event, who the hell knew that running to get a tall iced coffee would make me smile so much but there I was standing in line with a cheesy grin on my face.
When I returned to my apartment, we watched a few episodes of one of my favorite shows and his, I Love Lucy. There we were, snuggled on the couch, laughing, kissing, cuddling and I didn’t want him to leave and he told him that he didn’t want to leave. I did have an outstanding brunch with the girls, so I did need to get ready for that. He kissed me goodbye and then he was gone. The brunch, which was at this cute spot on the Lower East Side called, Tre, was also different this time. No one at the table had any bad news to share, new jobs were starting for a few of them and even a couple of the girls had great dates and then there was me…being able to chat about a guy that I liked and he likes me. We got drunk and as brunch finished we all continued on our merry ways.
This Wednesday, Mr. Architect is meeting my very first friend in New York City…Feathers. I am looking forward to that dinner, mainly because it gives me a warm feeling when I am able to see my friends get along with someone I am dating. At least, I am assuming that it will go well. In fact, it WILL go well, because I deserve this, he deserves this; we deserve this experience. I found that if you put the energy that the date will be bad, the guy will be a freak or you wait for that other shoe to drop, that all those negative things will happen in one form another. So, I decided to shelve all the bad energy on a shelf that I cannot reach.
As I learned more about this guy originally from Dallas, Texas, that maybe I was wishing for a good thing to happen on the wrong star all this time and instead I am now looking forward to getting to know more about this Lone Star.
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