Date number three with Jen last night.
We met for drinks at the
Moon Saloon last night. We talked and laughed and drank. I had a great time. I'm pretty sure she did, too (that's important, huh?).
We felt kind of silly because all night we kept thinking that place had a
hell of a sound system. The CD's playing sounded like a live band. Then we kept wondering why people were clapping in between tracks. It was only after 2 hours and me getting up to look around the corner to discover that there actually
was a live band playing! Damn we thought that CD was good. We felt like goons :S
Afterwards we walked the streets of Phoenixville for a little bit. Mostly looking for my truck (inside joke). It was a little drizzly out so I got to be close to her; we shared an umbrella. We got a slice at (Frank's) Italian Delite
[although, she calls it Dan's] on Bridge St. and watched the last few minutes of the
Eagles preseason game. A beautiful girl who likes football and loves pizza. It doesn't get much better than that.
After Frank's/Dan's, I drove her back to her car and we went back to her place. She offered me a beer and lit some candles. We sat on the couch watched the boob tube in search of the game we were watching a few minutes ago. Evidently it was the fourth quarter; the game was over. Oops.
The worst part of that was at least the Eagles were winning when we left the pizza place. Amazing what can happen in like, ten minutes, huh?Since we couldn't find the Eagles game, she began flipping throught the guide on her DirecTV. I didn't really care what we watched as long as I was there with her. Without prompting or goading, she turns to Spike to watch some "Prisoners Gone Wild" show. This is great! Not only does she like football pizza and beer, but she watches Spike!
So we're watching "Prisoners Gone Wild" and all I could think about was how bad I wanted to kiss her. Stupid me, I'm too much of a punk to make a move. I'm just not rushing things. It was only our third date and I didn't want to do anything to screw it up, ilke advance too early. I even tried the lame-ass yawn-and put your arm around her move. Dumbass.
It got late (after midnight) and so we decided to end the evening. As I'm leaving and we kiss good-night, something happened. It was electric. I couldn't think of anything other than how I wanted that moment, that kiss, to last forever.
I'm so sprung on this girl.
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