car guy date day


Sooooo on my walk to the East Village… I run smack into? Car-guy. I mean literally as I’m walking down we run right into each other. He had been running, which was funny to me in a way since I’d only ever seen him after working out. What a strange way to meet. again! We confirmed our plans for a couple hours later and we were off!

THAT put a huge smile on my face and actually made me miss the one errand I had to do before looking at an new apartment to move into. I mean I was holding the bag with the shoes I had to return as sprinkles of water touched my flushed cheek blushed with excitement of seeing him a few hours later… AND I was still holding the bag after walking from West to East. Totally side tracked and completely forgetful.

I walk out of my apartment hunt and head on down to meet him… seeing a text “Is 1145 suitable?” SURE! 15 minutes later? no big deal!! I can walk back to the store and return the shoes 🙂 I give him and call and he says he’s about 5-9 minutes away in a cab. Which is only a little weird since it would only take him 30 to walk the distance anyway. Whatever. So… NOW we agree to meet in Union Square instead in 10 minutes. WELL? I get there in 5 walking. Return the shoes in another 7, walk back upstairs? And he’s still not there.  “Where you at?” is my response to his “sorry” text. “Did you get lost? (wink face) “Chicken out?” “Repelled my Union Square?” I continue. “Fall in a manhole? “Haha 17th and union sq” he replies. Get out there and I’ll meet ya. Sitting on the Union Square steps in front of the horse. So… only about 30 minutes late and having to call me since he could remember what I looked like, I guess? we sat on the steps with drips of rain dampening our plan of walking the city.

He said he had high hopes of a blanket with wine to picnic (which I don’t know if I buy, exactly). Our jokes were timed well, comfortably uncomfortable flirting and blushing. He spoke to my dad on the phone as he was sitting there while I talked to him making plans for his arrival next weekend. Then a couple of phone calls I had and a few texts he returned.. we walked through the park to bench it and complete our business when the sweeeeet smell of fresh poop wafted in. Being polite, he sniffed around to make sure it wasn’t me as I pointed to the mound in the shape of a large rat sat across from us next to a man that may have been homeless? Car-guy thought didn’t notice it until we walked by flinching at the size and texture of the “human quality”. The disheveled man jumped back when he took notice as well and Car-guy and I ran with that one for most of the rest of the day.

He took me on a stroll through the Village dismantling his 1st thought of French Macaroons in the UES. (I’ve been to Lauderie alreay both in Paris AND last week with a friend who was as equally obsessed and salivatory , if that’s a word? but if a guy makes a plan, even a bit of thought… I’m gonna let him think that its the BESTest most original plan ever, especailly if he’s excited about it). Soooo.. Joe’s Pizza it is! Have I been? Sure, years ago. Is this my first time THIS TRIP to NYC? YES! First time! And I enjoyed my slice there more than Bleeker Street Pizza, our 3rd stop, which I’ve also been but never with car-guy… soooooo… it was also a first! We DID wander in for a beer at a bar in-between because of the 3 piece band and sweet 40’s tunes.

Desperately seeking out this tiny bakery in the Village that displays columns of cookies in the window, we set out on our next phase. Peering through a shops’ window, gay Thug porn titles were everywhere which enhanced our attraction in a way to each other or “comfort” in open speech. Stopping on a stoop for a spell of word exchange his mom is a teacher, dad was a firefighter but died when he was young, sister has a new baby… he suggested swimming at the Gansevoort or a nap at either of out places. We both had a few more hours of free-time before he had a dinner and I was to meet a friend. The swim was turned down for “woman reasons”, which he was impressed by my eluding honesty so my mailbox was our next in line.

Failed bathroom attempt and a few more yawns we plopped down on a bench in front of a coffee shop next to my mailbox in the W.Village. I sat behind him resting my chest to his back and he was out! Body twitching, slight snores and head bopping. My legs crossed slept my right lower leg and bent my back a bit. LITERALLY fell asleep ON me. Broad daylight. People walking past, stepping over him as they grabbed a cuppa. 20 minutes later. “That’s a skill”, he said, “to make people feel so relaxed. I can’t believe how much better I feel. Did I snore? I fell asleep!” I know. Your body twitched and made deep breaths but you were good”, I replied . I guess it is a “skill” of sorts, though there are few men that I’m around that don’t fall asleep on me and I’m not sure what that really says about me?   I have a chair back in LA that is for sleeping. It’s so overly comfortable that whoever sits in it, falls asleep. I LOVE IT!!

Within 5 minutes of him waking he was like a different person! Almost spooked in a way? “Gotta go!” “I want to grab a cuppa hot chocolate, you can walk me there” I said, a bit perplexed. He seemed spooked. He agreed to walk me, did not buy me my cuppa, used the bathroom and we were on our way into a cab back up town. Now, I’m not a huge fan of cabs and since he was late on account of the traffic, which I’m not totally buying but let slide since he said he took one so he’s be early for me. I wanted to be early for you, I’m sorry I was late. I really did want to be early or at least on time”. Suddenly he had to grab the keys to his car, go back to the W. Village, move the car, go to the UES to pick up some signs for his weekend trip to drop off the car again and get ready for his dinner. Where did this all come from?? In his head while he slept on my chest? It was so abrupt! Talking about how some girl squished some special hats when she mailed them from Brooklyn.. it was a flip of focus in a way. From me to… anything but! And in the beginning… this is our FIRST meeting, really, spending time in front of each other.. no matter how comfortable you are. We’ve really JUST MET! Pretend you’re interested all the way through to the end. OR OK! Don’t do that but whatever happened… that was weird!

We shared a cab which he was going to drop me first but since I didn’t want to be in the cab I went the few extra blocks to his destination thinking I’ll go run some more errands and walk back. He was so flustered, he almost had me pay for the cab. NOW from my previous experience… thought I paid for the beer since it was cash only and he paid cash for the pizza… I was NOT paying for the cab! Nor should I ever pay for the cab until we have been dating for a period of time in which will not come up before I go back to LA next month!

do I say next? did I misjudge this 31 year old? Maybe just that? Maybe just too young for me or just not the right fit? who knows… Just a weird ending and an awkward hat in the way cheek kiss… and separate ways. poof!

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