Like A Fine Wine

A mere 24 hours ago I could not remember the last time I had been on a date. My last boyfriend was younger than I, and we never "went out". In retrospect, it seems he was more interested in dating a consistent bedspace allotted to him in New York City on weekends than he was interested in dating me. No hard feelings, S. You're a lovely boy, but it took me two months to realize you are far too young for me. Plus, it never felt like we were dating anyway.

So last Thursday I met a charming fellow out at a club. I went with a couple friends and we were among the first ten people there at half past eleven. This creepster who throws the party with two other well-known club kids had been hitting on me in the oddest ways since right after we arrived, and I was all but repulsed by his beer belly, inebriation, and pathetic attempts at courting me. Maybe an hour after we got there, he introduced me to his much better-looking friend, C. I didn't realize it at the time, but apparently creepster had been trying to set me up with C the entire time. A lovely gesture, but there are so many different ways he could have gone about it. (At one point he whispered in my ear that he "want[ed] to do terrible things to me, like, six o'clock news-terrible". I'm not sure why he thought saying that would eventually land me in the arms of his pal, but I'm not one to question the socially-retarded.)

After C and I started talking we actually hit it off quite well and maintained conversation and rapport at a comfort level I rarely find in nightclubs. He kept reiterating that my attitude and smile were the sexiest things he had seen in months and he couldn't help but be smitten with me from the moment he saw me dis his friend, the creepster. I, never being one to refuse flattery, indulged in some innocent flirtation with the fellow and took his number and email without giving him mine in return for the freedom of deciding whether or not I wanted to see him again.

I gave him a week before emailing him to inquire as to whether he would like to get dinner sometime, and he quickly and enthusiastically responded in the affirmative. We went out to dinner in Chelsea tonight and had a great meal, and he paid, and it was a great atmosphere, and we had great conversation, and the entire thing was great. Just great.

I have thus far forgotten to mention that he is, uhm, a bit older than I am. He's not going bald or gray, he's just a bit older. But after dating an infant for two months, it's easy for me to see why I enjoy the company of older men so much more than the company of immature children (read: boys my age).

So, I'm going to continue to see him. He seems to enjoy being able to take me out to dinner and I definitely enjoy not being expected to pay. I'm not taking advantage of the situation, well, maybe I am, but I do actually like the fellow and we have great conversation with no awkward silences and I think I'd like to get to know him better. We're having dinner again sometime this week, so we'll see where things go and how they progress.