For a while, I've been kind of put off by the whole dating thing. I've been more focused on sleeping around and just chatting with guys who clearly only want one thing from me. Most of it was my displeasure at work and not really feeling like I could be *all in* when it came to meeting people. I like sex, though, so I didn't want to give that up, and I enjoy sexting with various people. It's a nice little distraction. However, lately, I'm all "you're worth more than that" and now I'm trying to switch it up and date seriously. I went out on Friday night with this kid that I actually liked. Which means it will probably not happen, but I like to think we had a nice time.
JazzGirl and I decided we will call him The Activist. He's hella Portland - like the crunchy granola type. His new OKC photo is him onsite yelling at a rally - haha. I kind of like it though. He's a mental health/addiction counselor and he's liberal as hell, which I like. We spent the date talking about Ferguson, the militarization of the police, activism and sex education while we both drank whiskey. Swoon. He told me his organization is having a hard time finding people willing to risk arrest, which made me laugh. He definitely keeps himself really busy and he has a weird work schedule. Thursday - Monday, 12-8pm, which means he's not always available on weekends. I like dating men with different work schedules because it means I get to have my own life with my friends on the weekends.
Things were going smoothly at the bar, and he was massaging my shoulders, so I knew he wasn't just into my mind. He also was definitely staring at my chest at various points in the date, but I had worn this ridiculous tank top. The last time I wore this particular top, one of my straight guy friends had a LOT of comments about it, so I wasn't that surprised he would be looking. I was so damn tired, though, so I cut our date short and told him I had to go home. He was cool with it and we walked back to our apartments - we lived in the same direction from the bar. When we got to his place, he gave me a hug and then he asked me if he could kiss me. I giggled and said yes and we made out a little bit outside, until I was like - OMG I HATE PDA. ICK. I made him stop and walked home.
The next morning, I got the sweetest text from him - "needless to say, last night was awesome. can we do something like that again soon?" So I'm hoping we can go out this week before I head to Hawaii for Labor Day weekend.
Yay! Good dates!
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