Eduardo #3

As much as I'd love to post a picture to show you what a cutie he is, I can't in good conscience. But picture in your minds Owen Wilson after a nose job with the bluest of blue eyes.

You want details? Okay, but no mocking my sappy girly attitude or I will be forced to sing a rather bad rendition of Wind Beneath my Wings. Loudly. And I'd do it too!

Though we met in an entirely different part of town, it was very similar in structure to the date with Eduardo #1. Met in a central public place with lots of restaurants, shops, bars, coffee houses, etc. to give us many options of where we wanted to go and do. This place has free concerts in the summer as well so we knew we'd also have the option of listening to some bands.

I must admit, I'm completely smitten. This is going to sound completely sexist but it's the truth - I had no clue that guys like this actually existed outside of chick flicks. He has a shy boyish charm, warm and friendly. He's witty and honest. And very sweet and caring.

We had coffee, we walked, we had dinner and a couple drinks. But mostly what we did was talk. We talked for hour upon hour and I didn't get home until 2 am. We totally 'clicked' and both enjoyed ourselves. And as the night went on, you could almost see the electricity between us. Oh, and did I mention that he's shy?
He was a total gentleman….which only made him more attractive to me. Six hours into the date where we had this obvious connection and yet he hadn't so much as laid a finger on me. (yes, you heard that correctly. six hours. and the night wasn't over yet) He admitted his total nervousness, which is how we ended up having a couple drinks after dinner. And as I sat across the table looking at him as we talked, I knew there was no way I was letting him go this night without us kissing.
After our drinks, we wandered back to the little park area to see if any bands were still playing. As we walked the little garden path beside the restaurant to the park talking, I knew I had to kiss this man. I stopped walking and he got a step in front of me. I reached out my arm to stop him and then gently pulled him towards me.

The first kiss. Such an important role it plays on a date. Two people can get along wonderfully, but that doesn't mean there will be that spark. And it's not just a matter of how good a person kisses, though that is important, but also a matter of…well, you know, spark. Anyway, our first kiss on the garden path under the stars….
After careful thought on how to describe what happened, I think probably the best way is to tell you the thought that actually went through my mind while we kissed; "How have I managed to get through my entire life without kissing this man?"

Then he took my hand, which he held the entire night thereafter, and we continued down the path. The bands were gone but we sat on a bench by a fountain and talked for another two hours.