Could it be for real this time?

POF, Plenty of Fish. Seriously, one of the most difficult ways to find a suitable person who has personality and is able to communicate beyond computers and phones. It can even be considered degrading and pathetic as a way to meet a significant other, men sending inappropriate pictures, and women posting pictures of what they looked like 10 years ago. Then it happens, you click on "meet me" while scrolling through pictures and determining your fate based entirely on images. Then he sends you a message, or maybe you send him one. You find it in your inbox, 1 in 200 messages, and you choose to accept a date with that one guy. The first date, not extremely impressive. We met at WildWest only to find out that it was closed. His first words to me were something about a little girl trying to park her big truck. We moved the date to the gastro pub. He wants Coors light, and they have is specialty brews. Despite the beer situation, we had some good conversation, and both headed our separate ways. I wasn't sure what I thought. He was cool, not sure if he is getting a second date, but his eyes, he has such mesmerizing eyes and his smile, I like it. But what got me, was when he walked me to my truck, opened the door for me and hugged me. I expected a kiss, I expected the guy to try to cram his tongue down my throat like every other date I had been on recently. I waited for that awkward moment, that would have guaranteed that a second date would not have happened. But it didn't happen. Not even close.

The next night, I hesitantly agreed to go dancing at Wild West. I was hesitant because I was nervous about "dancing" this wasn't booty shaking and getting low, this was two-stepping. I have tried it before, and people make it look so fun. But it doesn't look easy, anyways, I wanted to learn and what the hell, if I suck, its a second date. I don't know this guy. No big deal. So we were bored and decided to meet early for dinner and a drink. A shot of whiskey at 54th Street, and we were on our way. By midnight I couldn't figure out why he hadn't kissed me. We danced and laughed, and drank. Finally I had to kiss him. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to know what if felt like. I claimed that The Whiskey made me do it, but I did it.

I love that I had to do it, it wasn't me avoiding his attempts to kiss me, or him leaning over at the wrong time. It was me. ALL ME. That never happens and that dynamic was a huge part of what I dig about this guy. That was on a Thursday. December 4, 2014, to be exact. That night, he stayed the night at my house, we did everything but have sex. He was the one that stopped it. I appreciated that. The next day, I couldn't wait to see him. He went to pick up his kids decided to bring them over to play. I was wearing a tank top, shorts and cowboy boots. He told me how delicious I looked, but contained himself. That night I had some friends over and we had a fire in the fire pit. All I could do was hold him and hang on him all night long. He has a way about him that takes control of a situation in a way that makes me feel like I don't have to. Anyways, the next day, we went riding with the kids, River got to ride Rambo, we hung out around my place went to Beefy's and then came back here for some tv and making out in the kitchen. That Sunday, I met him at Main Event with his kids, I got to confirm the kind of parent he is and I decided that I can't get enough of this guy. So here we are, two months later. We took at trip out of state and still like each other. I guess we will see where it goes from here!

UPDATE: 9 months later, and I am still excited to get home everyday and see this man and share my time with him. I can't see my life without him.