Oh, Willoughby!

Had a lunch date with Night Man.  He drove down from LA, picked me up, and we drove back up to L.A.  He found a great vegan Thai restaurant.  He does the best research and finds the best places ever!  It was sooo yummy.  Well, anyway, like every guy I've ever dated over 40, he wanted to take me on an architectural tour (yawn), so we went and saw a Frank Lloyd Wright house (The Hollyhock House).  It was actually a very interesting tour.  I thought it would be a big bore, but I surprisingly enjoyed it.  Here is part of it:

He kept trying to hold my hand, and I let him once, but I was just itching to let go.  The other times he tried, I just shoved my hands in my pocket or moved my purse or a piece of paper in that hand to prevent it.  I don't know what's wrong with me!  It's not a big deal- holding someone's hand- but I just really didn't want to do it!!

His ex-wife called him on the phone while we were in the car.  He had a special ring for her.  He didn't pick up, though.  I asked him if he thought she would ever re-marry, and he said he didn't know.  I find it odd that they live right across the street from one another, and they divorced forever ago, and neither one of them have re-married or found at least a serious, long-term relationship.  I don't know... something's fishy there.  I don't think he's ever let go of her.  And vice versa.

He asked me flat-out if I liked his car.  I hemmed and hawed and finally said I was indifferent and shrugged my shoulders.  I think my tone gave me away, though.  He said his last girlfriend hated it passionately, and whenever they'd go anywhere, she'd make him drop her off a block or two away from their destination, he'd go park the car, and then he'd have to walk to meet her.  She really didn't want to be seen getting out of that car.  I totally understand.  I laughed so hard when he told me that.  His wagon is just sooooo loooong.  

At the end of the date, when he dropped me off, I knew I'd have to give him a real kiss.  It was the fourth date, after all.  I tried to block out the image of his loooong car and also had to block out the image of the snot booger I saw bubble out of his nose during lunch (we were eating spicy Thai, so hey, I'll forgive that one)... so  I closed my eyes and tried to go with the flow.  I was shocked.  Totally stunned.   Woa.  Okay, remember when you played Barbies when you were little and you'd make your Ken doll and Barbie doll kiss each other?  You'd kinda mash their faces together and rub and move them side to side really fast?   It was exactly like that.  Well, in real life- my life- that method just doesn't cut the mustard.  Now, I don't believe in "bad kissers," only "incompatible kissers."  Let's just say that we were completely incompatible.  I've never been more horrified in my life.  Just, woa.  No.  Horrid.

Well, I'm facing quite the conundrum.  He's the nicest of all the guys.  He's so sweet, so seriously nice and earnest.  He would never in a million years cheat on me or say something mean to me, or treat me badly in any way.  And how many guys can you say that about, with absolute conviction?  I could have this guy wrapped around my little finger.  He would be so crazy about me, I can't even imagine how doting he would be.  Do whatever I wanted, give me whatever I wanted.  I've never had that kind of power over anyone.  I think I'd like it.  I wouldn't abuse it, but I'd definitely enjoy it!

BUT.  I'm not attracted to him.  At all.  His car is embarrassing, the way he dresses is embarrassing, and his kisses are horrendous (to me).  I can't even imagine the nightmare the bedroom would be.

     Pics:  Willoughby cutting a lock of Marianne's hair; Colonel Brandon/ "Sense and Sensibility"

I read too much as a girl, so when I think of Night Man, I think of Jane Austen's character Colonel Brandon in "Sense and Sensibility".  Of course that would make me Marianne Dashwood ; )  She wanted Willoughby... what girl doesn't want a Willoughby?  I like the bad boys!  But ultimately, the bad boys are no good for Marianne and she ends up with the doting and reliable (but boring and uncharismatic) Colonel Brandon.  My sister really likes my Colonel Brandon.  Maybe she's right and I should stick it out with him.

But just thinking of his kiss makes me want to throw up on the keyboard.  I'm really tired now and plan to take this upcoming weekend off anyway, so I'll think about it before giving him the ol' heave-ho.  He might be worth keeping...

That's a wrap for the weekend line-up.  Guess two good dates out of three isn't bad : )