A good Saturday

So I woke up around 11-ish feeling better. The sun was shining and I just had to get out of bed! I saw the text about nye guy apologizing and inquiring towards my health. So I inquired right back about his interest in having brunch together in the city. After being in bed for so long, I had a lot of energy and wouldn't mind driving into the city. I certainly took my time though. After feeling like shit for so long, I dolled myself up by curling my hair and looking as cute as possible. Then I dropped by his place to pick him up.

We ended up taking his car, a beloved Audi I've been thinking of buying, as he probably didn't trust my driving. I do drive like a maniac. But then again, so does he. And I love it! I told him too, how I really liked the way he drives - fast, sleek, efficient... in a six speed. Very sexy. And I do appreciate how sexy this guy is. He walks out of his place, tall, lean, sunglasses on, stainless steel watch on, and ready to go. And it tickles me silly when he gets all snarky - that East Coast sarcastic wit.

He's set on Eggs Benedict and I just don't care... we went to a few places but it didn't have Eggs Benedict and finally ended up at a wonderfully smelling diner with Eggs Benedict. We had a mimosa each and had a grand old time. We got back to his place and he watched the playoffs (I made to mention how boring I find American football) while I read all my economics blogs and the newspaper. Then we went and picked up some Vietnamese food and watched Inception. Afterwards I left. Of course he wanted nookie, but I said I'm not feeling well enough for that. I'd hate to have to stop in the middle to blow my runny nose. LOL.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, over at his place, I mentioned that I just couldn't read him. You know how you can look at someone across the room and notice they've been staring at you the entire time and that they're really attracted to you? I don't get that with him. Of course I know he likes me... but ONLY through interpretations of his actions - the cooking, warming up his apartment, making sure I was watered and fed, that I had whatever I wanted. But I couldn't feel anything. He doesn't emote. I told him that. He didn't quite get it. He's so laid back and chill that I just can't read him the way I read most people. And I know I'm quite good at reading people. With him though, I can't tell what's going on in there. We joked about it a little, but I could tell he was somewhat taken aback by it. Well, I'll just let him digest that.

By now my feelings for this fellow has definitely warmed. He's so wonderful it's hard not to be warmed. He lets me have my way with most things, other times he puts his foot down about the particulars he's particular about... like him driving me and me not driving him. I'm okay with that. Maybe I should take the effort to train this fellow in the bedroom. Everything else is so damn good. And he's no dummy. He could learn. I hope. My training abilities suck though. I know I can be highly abrasive and say something ridiculous that might wound his ego for life. My tact isn't always best. And tact was not something I was raised with... it was a hard won skill, developed not too long ago. I'm rusty.

Anyhow, I know we have plans to have dinner (him making dinner) Sunday evening. But since I spent the entire Saturday with him, I told him as I was walking out the door... "do you still want to keep our plans for tomorrow or should I leave you in peace?" RE: "Let's talk tomorrow."

Overall, it was a good Saturday. I wasn't feeling so sick. And the Dutch guy was sick. And I got to hang out with a cool guy, having a grand time. Not sure what's going to happen Sunday, except sailing. That is a must. If he makes dinner, great. If not, cool. I'll have dinner with the sailors.

All's well, that ends well.