Third Date?! O.o

After my last message about Susan, I was pretty sure that there was not going to be another date with her -- and that made me sad. I really like her. She's smart, funny and sexy. It's also nice that she's actively acknowledged that she's into me.

Well, out of the blue, she contacted me about going out again. What do you think I said? Yes, of course. Here's what happened!

The Plan

You might remember that on our last date, we'd gone to a comedy place to see a friend of hers perform with an improv comedy troupe...

Well, her friend and his significant other were going to be in town and she suggested that we all get together. I thought this would be a great idea, so I said yes immediately. All that was left to do was select a location. We agreed to meet early, so we'd have some time to spend with each other prior to their arrival.

The complication

I like beer. I don't know that I'd mentioned that previously, but I am more than a bit of a "beer snob" -- I can practically feel you cringing from here! LOL. Now, wait, that's not the complication. That actually factors into our choice of venue. This place is great, as they have a pretty great beer selection. Their food is a bit sketchy, but that's not why I'd go there, right? It's all about the beer!

Susan doesn't love beer, but her friends do and she will drink some occasionally. Turns out that we are generally into the same beer profiles. I took this as a good sign! I wasn't sure how I would broach the subject of kissing her again, given our last conversation, but it turned out that the complication helped with that.

Turns out that I had a minor medical issue come up earlier this week, which prompted a visit to the emergency room and prescribing a toxic cocktail of drugs which would prevent me drinking anything alcoholic. Let me be clear that I did NOT know this to be the case at the time. When the pharmacist gave me the drugs, she didn't offer me any guidance related to alcohol consumption. As such, I thought that I was good to go.

I'd briefed Susan on the situation earlier in the week via text, so she knew what the situation was. As I continued taking the drugs through the week, I noticed that the side effects became more and more pronounced. I'm a really a thoughtful and cautious man, so I thought it'd be wise to go back to the pharmacist and get a consult on the alcohol consumption.

I'm glad I did! She told me:

"these medications are quite powerful and place a lot of stress on your liver function. You really shouldn't be drinking until you're done with them."

Instead of me saying:

"You fucking bitch! Why did you not clear me on this when you gave me the pills originally?! I could be fucking dead!!"

I said:

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll avoid all drinking, as you've suggested"

Then I left.

The Date Night

As it turns out, Susan and I place great importance on timeliness. She got there early, moments before me, and texted me just as I was about to walk in.

I saw her sitting in a sofa over against a far wall, looking both relaxed and lovely, wearing a nice low (but not too low) cut top -- ideal for snuggling up to. As I got there, I looked down and noticed that she has a tattoo on her left breast. I'm sure there's a great story associated with that and I am going to ask at some point, but I decided to leave that alone for now.

We spent time on that couch all evening. Close to each other, our hands playing the occasional touching game on each others thighs, legs, arms or other convenient body part. Nothing too overt or grabby (as in disrespectful), but sensual, erotic, and playful. In other words, pure joy! I was in heaven. Our interactions are so much fun. Even the mundane is pleasant to talk about with her.

When I got there, I gave her the bad news -- no beer for me! She offered to find us another venue, but I suggested we just stay. Plans had been made, people were in motion, there was no reason to leave. Just because I couldn't drink doesn't mean that should impact anyone else's ability to enjoy it. That's not my way. So we continued on with our evening as planned.

She started drinking beers that I would have easily selected for myself. With each one that she got, she offered me to have a smell -- to take in the "nose" -- which I readily accepted. The nose on the first was great and I commented that I'd love to come back and taste it in person again at some point. She drank that and we continued to talk.

The Big Idea

 When she got the second beer, as before, she offered me the nose. I accepted and thought this one was even better. I mentioned that I really wanted to try this one, but obviously couldn't. We continued talking. About halfway through, I said to her:

"Maybe there *is* a way I can taste this!"

At that point, I told her to pick up her beer and take a swallow. She looked at me curiously, as in "what the fuck?"
I repeated my statement. She picked up her beer and prior to drinking, I said:

"This is how I get to taste the beer -- you drink and then we kiss. I get to taste without actually having to drink the beer!"

She drank and then we kissed on that couch. Did I want to kiss her? Yes, absolutely, but it's not as though I was angling to get that all night. The idea just came to me. I was so pleased about that. I got two things I wanted and I know that she enjoyed it too. I'm quite positive that it caught her off guard, as much as it did me. Which is probably why she actually went along with the idea.

The beer was great, but it was even better getting to taste her along with it.
Exquisite!

The Friends Arrive!

It was nice seeing him again and meeting his partner. I'd really wanted to talk with him about the comedy troupe and what might be possible. That was a key (well, secondary, really) objective for me this evening.

They are a charming couple and a lot of fun. We talked about all kinds of stuff, not just your usual social banter. It also gave me an opportunity to show my witty side, landing a number of great cracks and one-liners to spice up the conversation. Nothing mean, nothing overtly dirty or sexual... just good humor.

My assessment is that everyone enjoyed the time together. When we departed, we exchanged pleasantries and talked about how good it would be to get together again. I meant that sincerely. I really enjoyed their company and I do look forward to the next opportunity to do so.

The Closing

Fortunately, Susan and I parked within several hundred feet of each other. The evening was cold and I had on a very light jacket, so I was getting cold very quickly. Given my physical condition, this was not good for me.

As we arrived at her car, we said good night and we kissed again. I think we probably would have done so longer, but this wasn't a night for extended kissing on the street. It was fucking cold and it was getting fucking late. We both would need to be up early the next day.

Still, I enjoyed holding her in my arms and kissing her. I feel very safe, relaxed and comfortable when I am with her. It just feels "right."

The Aftermath

I left that night with mixed feeling and more questions than answers. All of which centered around whether I'm doing the right thing with this "poly shit" or am I just fooling myself.

This is definitely going to be the key subject of my next blog...

Stay tuned