We meet for a date.
We laugh a lot. We have no problem finding things to talk about. We even have a moment of comfortable silence.
We both agree we have an inner trash bag , so we order another beer. And then another. And another.
Your body language is hard to read. You shuffle closer, but then move your legs away. You lean in closer at the exact moment the music gets really loud.
Oh shit... have I missed all the signals? Am I already too drunk to tell if you are into me?
Then when I tell you I paid the bill when you went to the toilet, you touch me. The briefest touch of my hand. But you linger just enough for me to know what it means.
My head almost explodes.
It's a school night so we go our separate ways. You tell me you'll call. I gently touch your hip, when I just want to lean in and kiss you.
But I don't.
I walk off towards home and pull out my phone, debating whether or not to send you a text so soon. Screw the rules, I want to tell you I had a great time. But you beat me to it, as the phone vibrates in my hand.
My stomach does back flips.
You confirm all my thoughts. Yes, you had a great time, Yes, you want to see me again. Yes, you wanted me to kiss you too.
I can't wait for the second date.