Mr. Tall

This guy is really tall.  I’m talking 6’5” tall.  I’m 5’4”.  He’s not what I would call classically handsome, but there is definitely something very appealing about him.  He’s funny, he’s smart, and he’s a musician. 

I met him when I hired his band for an event at work.  He told me I smelled good.  He kept calling me sweet and cute. Really? He paid more compliments to me within a three hour span than I had received from my ex-boyfriend in over two years of our relationship.  It’s hard accepting a compliment when you don’t receive them regularly.  My self esteem was in the toilet.  At the end of the event he gave me a long lingering hug.  I loved it.

We had been friends on Facebook as a result of me hiring the band.  After the event he sent me a message apologizing for his extended hug and he said he was a “Dita fan.”  The flirting began.  He started “poking” me on Facebook.   I sent him a message that said he was the first person I had ever poked back. 

We communicated a bit and ran into each other a few times.  I even saw him out one night and we danced.  He’s a fantastic swing dancer.  He finally asked me out.

He took me out to dinner and he was sweet and awkward.  He’s older by about ten years.  He has those old fashioned manners that I find so appealing - opening the door for me, holding my hand, polite.   I like that a lot.  Conversation was funny and interesting.  After dinner we had a choice to either go dancing or go to his house.  He has a collection of vintage cars so I wanted to see them.  We hung out on his porch and talked and then started to make out.

There was just one little problem.  He was a terrible kisser.  You know those guys who are all tongue? Oh god, I wanted him to stop.  And then there was something else.  He made these funny noises when we kissed, not quite slurpy, not quite moaning, but a combination of the two.  It wasn’t good. 

Despite all the noises, I decided to go out with him again.   He made me laugh.  He had a very quirky sense of humor.  I like that.  I could teach him how to kiss.

So another problem came about when we went out again. This time he invited me to his house to watch a movie.  Turns out the only TV was in his bedroom. I had to make a split second decision.  I opted to watch the movie in his room, on his bed.   

The movie wasn’t exactly a “date” movie.  A Quentin Tarantino flick isn’t what I would call romantic, but we started making out.  I slowed him down on the kissing and well, one thing led to another.  I should say almost lead to another. There was one small problem. How shall I say this?  To be a bit brutal, he had a flat tire.  He was awkwardly fumbling around explaining that he wasn’t exactly a swinger and joked that he needed a “pill” to help him get going.  He didn’t have any of those pills.  I didn’t want him to feel bad and just hung out for a while. I finally left. I felt weird. 

The next day I received a message from him saying that while he liked me, his ex-girlfriend got in touch with him and wanted to get back together.  He said he still loved her.  He said he didn’t want to hurt me and wanted to remain friends.   Poof! That was that.       

What’s funny about this guy, we ended up going out again...

More later!