One of the experiences on my road to not dating for awhile came in an unexpected package. A gorgeous tall Dominican with a quiet demeanor that loved the arts and film. A soft spoken guy with a seemingly sweet nature that actually I went on a total of four dates with (unheard of in these parts). I was already at my ‘I’m not entering into anything physical until I know he’s a keeper’ mentality, so no hanky panky had occured thus far in our encounters with eachother. Said fourth date was arranged upon his suggestion that we stay in, order take-out and watch a film he was dying for me to see. Quietly suspicious of the ‘stay in’ suggestion I decided to quiet my inner cynic and go with it.
The evening was great actually. We had what was becoming our regular banter about film and philosophy, ate our chinese delivery and then finally settled in to watch the film. All was well… until I left him alone to use the bathroom… Now never in my life has that be the lead in to disaster striking. I leave a guy alone for a few minutes, which turns out to be ample time for him to get completely naked and lay starfish on my bed ready for …what? I know I know the answer and without painting more of a picture, I am very confident you do too. Well, I have always been a big believer of actions speaking louder than words SO… his nakedness and my lack of action made words unneccessary. Who knew sitting fully clothed quietly could make a man get dressed so quickly. Dating streak? Complete.
