When It Hits, It Hits

Sometimes, I lose hope in this dating process. I get tired and burnt out by trifling idiots or consistently underwhelmed by a bump on a log (dressed as a guy). It can be hard to stick with it when there are long stretches between the bright spots.

I finally had a bright spot last night. A third date with what was initially a mid first date hit all the high notes (literally and figuratively). We are both ahem gardeners, so we discussed having some gummies and taking a walk. It was a perfect summer evening, a delightful 65 degrees and sunny as we walked around the his local park (the marquee park of the city, with its reservoir and movie setting). On our way back to his place, we both got a little hungry and stopped for Thai food. The restaurant was perfect - fast and delicious, served at a quaint outside table. It seemed like everyone had the same idea - a perfect casual date dinner.

The conversation rarely stalled, even with the gummies, which sometimes make me silent. After dinner, we meandered back to his place to watch a new movie. The movie was not great, but we didn’t see much beyond the first 10 minutes. Hooking up was delightful - he is kind, fun, creative, and talented in bed. It had been a while since I was the one who got worn out first - a credit to the man’s stamina. I lost track of my orgasms (something that has also not happened in a while) and felt like there was so much more to discover with each other next time. I went home late, after the movie. We’d spent almost six hours together - my longest date in a long time.

Three dates in, it’s too early to make any predictions about where this is going. I’m just enjoying getting to know this guy and spending time with him. But reflecting back on the date today put a huge smile on my face. THIS is why we date, this is what we do it for. To have a nice night with another human.

Amidst the desert of modern dating, I’m happy to finally find a little oasis.