Sunday, August 14, 2011

Now that was an amazing date...

that I just got home from.

This was the Saturday third date.  Tall, dark, handsome, smart, gentlemanly.  He picked me up on his motorcycle (first time on a motorcycle!) and we went to dinner at a lovely Italian place.  Lesson #1: He's an excellent motorcycle driver.  Then we took the motorcycle over the bridge to a party of one of his coworkers on the Eastside.  Lesson #2: He's more of a nerd than I realized.  The term 'grok' was used in regular conversation, and then a short discussion on whether someone was more like Gandalf the Grey or Gandalf the White.  Yowza.

We weren't there long.  Back to his place.

I will say I did fall asleep to Up in the Air.  That's one hell of a movie.  "I was supposed to be driving a Grand Cherokee by now."  Lesson #3: Excellent cuddler.

Then we lazed about in the morning, had some great conversations, hung out and watched his chickens for a while, walked a teeny bit around the neighborhood, then went for brunch.  At at place I've been dying to go.  I took a magazine in case we did the relaxy-read-some-paper-type-item brunch.  We did not.  We just talked.

Then on the way back to my place we took a detour to show me his sailboat he's fixing up (or will be fixing up after he finishes completely remodeling his house).  It was right across the water from the Ballard Locks, and he told me about his plans for the boat, we hung out, and we watched the tourists across the water.  Then when he found out I had never been sailing he said he was tempted to take me sailing right then with a boat rented from the Center for Wooden Boats.  I gave him a look like, 'if you're serious I'm in'.  He caught it, and off we went.  Sailing.  Spontaneously.  On Lake Union.

We were out there a couple of hours, sailing by the city, the houseboats, the moored yachts, the paddleboarders, other sailboats, rowboats, and seaplanes.  It was beautiful.

All day today I was so relaxed.  Vacation-level relaxed, no exaggeration.  It was awesome.

So here's the summary: There might be something to this one.  He's sweet, he's kind, he's smart, he's emotive, and he has a ridiculous number of skills.  Date #3 =  First time on a motorcycle, first time on a boat in Seattle, and first time sailing.

And now I smell like Old Spice.


The 26th said...

Wow. Motorcycling and sailing. Nice. I'd third wheel that relationship.

Eliska said...

Oh, man, I also forgot to mention that when he docked the boat it didn't quite go as perfectly as he planned, and he got a bit yelled at by the guy in charge. He apologized immediately, and when 'we' were done putting the boat up he went over and chatted with the dude, apologized again, smoothed it over, and shook his hand. There was an older couple there at the time also, and the wife gave me a look like, 'wow, that's a good one'.

This seems to be some of the integrity and character I've been talking about.

The 26th said...

Yep. Seems like a good guy. Now if you tell me he takes you flying in an Aeronca Champ I'll know you're just making me jealous.

Hwhip said...

You're an inspiration to us all. Also, that is not a third date, it's dates 3-8.

bajabucky said...

ha! Hwhip stole my comment but said it funnier.