Soon after exchanging phone numbers, he asked me if I would join him for dinner. I decided there was no reason not to, so I agreed. He wanted to meet that night for dinner at the same place Gigs and I had our first date.
I met up with him and it was slightly awkward. I felt as if everyone was looking at me because he is old enough to be my father. I fidgeted the entire dinner. I was a little uncomfortable with how he talked to the waitress. We made conversation the whole time, but I really felt the generation gap. After a longer than necessary dinner, he paid and made some joke about see my house. I wasn’t sold on the idea.
He walked me to my car and kissed me to persuade my decision. I let him follow me back to my house. It was Sunday night, so there was some prepping I needed to finish for the week. He sat on the sofa and kept me company while I finished up some things. I eventually took him back to my room and then it really got weird.
Eventually, we had sex. It was actually pretty good. Experience goes a long way. He spent the night, which didn’t thrill me.
We’ve talked a bit since then. This weekend he asked me to dinner again, but I had plans. Today he asked if I would see a movie with him this week, I haven’t responded. I’m just really not feeling it. I’m not feeling much of anything right now, but that’s going to be in a different post soon.