The Providence Dynasty, Part II

Raises brows -- well. I'm impressed.

It was tres PG 13, but I'm glad. We spent most of our time asking questions over drinks (I had a lychee martini for the first time, very interesting flavor) and studying each other during bathroom breaks. He's still quite respectful. Very adorable. From what my hands ran over while we were dancing, his body is onnnnn point. Good job, has artistic aspirations for his future, very attentive and confident, not cocky. We argued hip hop on the ride to the spot, he threatened to pull over and push me out the car for not being a die-hard Jay Z fan. I invited him to school me, though I didn't guarantee a change in stance; we agreed to hold a music session in the future. Somehow, I also agreed to salsa lessons and taking a bite of snow crab the next time he makes them (I don't like seafood.) Similar views on kids and marriage, not that either of us are thinking that far. He's a mild sneakerhead, we both used to love Mos Def (he met him in person... crack is a terrible, terrible thing), and when our conversation briefly dipped into the sexual, he responded to my questions with a carefree, "You'll have to find out in June." (Smile.) We ended the night with a soft cheek kiss and a grin.

Well, there's the breakdown.

Do I like him?

I don't know yet. I'm definitely intrigued. This is the first time I've enjoyed myself so much without any kind of infatuation marking thoughts or actions with urgency. No red flags to ignore, no flickers of intrusion; hell I was struggling to curb my otherwise unreigned profanity when I realized that he rarely uses curse words, at least in the presence of women. I was too busy enjoying myself to be insecure about the way I looked, spoke, laughed. On the other hand, I wasn't too concerned about his opinion of me either, because I just.. forgot to worry about it. The feeling was hovering somewhere between Crushing and Platonic. I dig his fashion and the fact that he has no qualms about drinking martinis then admitting when he's a little twisted off of them, in public. Makes me tilt my head in adoration and shit. I didn't know what to do when he opened the car door for me. He's taking my standards up a few more notches. It's mad cute.

Stay tuned, I guess..
Grin.

Musing,
TheDynasty