Last night was my first date with Mark the actor (not to be confused with Mark the banker). We met at a Starbucks downtown; I got there early because I always get lost going to that particular part of the city so I had my coffee and was reading when arrived.

Oh. My. God. He was as cute as his picture. Actually, even more so. We talked for a little while then decided to walk around. We stopped in a gallery then I wanted to walk to a store I liked. Four blocks later, it was closed. He suggested we go to a different part of the city and yes, I broke the cardinal rule on online dating … I got in his car. I was hopped up on my nonfat peppermint mocha, I suppose lol.

Anyway he drove to the canal that runs through Indianapolis and we walked around there. It was dark and cold, so there weren’t many people around. At one point, he put his arm around me and then, later, held my hand. Usually I am not comfortable with physical contact like that, esp. on a first date, but I liked him.

He told me about all of his crazy acting jobs … we just talked about normal first-date things. It was probably 40 degrees out and even the glow of a good date couldn’t keep me warm, so we headed back to where we had been. I thought the evening was over but he suddenly suggested we go someplace for a drink. We ended up at a cozy little jazz club. He sat across from me at a small table. We talked until the music started, then just listened. I had an exceedingly difficult time concentrating, however, as he was caressing my wrist and hand. It got to the point where I thought I would die if he did not kiss me soon! Like the physical-contact thing, I usually am uncomfortable with a lot of eye contact, like just looking at someone without speaking, but we were just gazing away at each other. And I only had one glass of wine so I wasn’t tipsy. : )

After we left the club, he walked me to my car and we kissed … somehow we ended up in the front seat of my SUV, which was parked under a streetlight on a main street, making out for roughly 90 minutes. Some of that time was spent talking, but most of it not. Damn, he is a good kisser. He was respectful but I know if I had said, “I’m driving to my place,” he would have been all for it. At one point he said that I made it difficult for him to be “good,” and I replied, “And it will just be more difficult the longer you know me!” Snap snap lol.

When I finally turned the car on, because I was about ready to freeze, it was 1:13 a.m. We met at 7 p.m. Damn.

He called me this morning. That was nice.

I am blushing just thinking about the date. Sigh.

∗ Posted by Monique on 11.20.2005
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