The best first date of my entire life. Yup.

For the build up, please read this post.

And no, the image isn’t really relevant, but I’ve been waiting to use it all year and well, today is the day. Happy New Year everyone!

We met at 8pm, outside the restaurant we had picked. It was perfect. Small, cool vibe with exposed brick and a long bar. Probably held 20 people. It was known for great small plates of food for sharing.

One thing I have found rare in the men I’ve met is a nice balance between leadership and taking my opinion into account. I like someone who takes charge but isn’t a jerk about it, for lack of a better term. But I absolutely want someone who has an opinion.

Tony was amazing in this regard. He asked me what area I preferred – and then once we settled on a location, he recommended a restaurant and a time. Perfect. When I arrived, he met me on the street. My first though was – oh my – as he was in a hooded jacket and seemed to be limping. But no, false alarm. All was good.

We got the last table in the place and settled in. We ordered cocktails after requesting a suggestion from the bartender. It had prosecco and a ginger liqueur and was heaven in a glass. He suggested we each pick two dishes.

The food was heavenly. The conversation flowed freely and without pauses. I liked him. A lot.

He paid for dinner and suggested we get a drink elsewhere. We went to a bar across the street we had both been to before. We sat at the bar and had a few cocktails over the next few hours. We talked more. About everything and nothing.

He made no move to touch me whatsoever. As I sat next to him, my leg occasionally touching his, it started to become all I could think about – that I wanted to touch him and I wasn’t sure why he wasn’t touching me. He had these great hands, which I focused on. They were strong looking. For a while I had no idea what he was saying; my internal monologue was all about whether to make a move.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I put my hand on his, which was resting on the bar

Wow.

He instantly moved to envelop my hand in his. He put his thumb on my wrist and started to rub it and suddenly there was nothing else in the bar except his hand on mine. The electricity from just his touch was all I could think about. I stopped talking or even listening. I just watched his hand on mine, and reveled in the sensation.

I’m not sure how long it lasted but then I knew I had to kiss him. We were in a dark loud bar. It was an open mic night and there were a variety of acts singing and playing. But although at times we focused on the music, the moment I touched him there wasn’t much else.

I didn’t care about the people on either side of us, or the bartender. After goodness knows how long, I leaned forward to kiss him and he filled the rest of the distance between us.

It was incredible. Our kissing chemistry was perfect. It was tentative yet passionate and I am hard pressed to think of more than a handful of other first kisses that came close.

We pulled away and looked into each others eyes with the surprise we both felt at the intensity of the kiss.

The conversation continued. I have no idea what we talked about. We would talk and then kiss and then talk some more. Our hands touched constantly and the touch was electric. Just with touching my hand, wrist, and forearm, I felt like I could cum in an instant with just a bit of encouragement.

I have rarely felt such chemistry with someone.

We decided to go to another bar. It was a short walk from where we were and was even smaller than the last two places. The bartender was the only server and we drank dark and stormy’s. They played vinyl and the bartender encouraged us to assist with choosing the next album.

The conversation between us flowed. The constant touching continued. We made out at the bar frequently.

It was amazing.

Although we had no idea what time it was we decided we should probably go. When we asked the bartender to close our tab he asked if we would stay, as it was close to last call and he would play his trumpet for us afterwards.

Hell yeah, we would stay.

He shut down the bar and played trumpet for us and the perhaps 8 other patrons. He decided to give us a round of vodka shots because it was Christmas and we should celebrate.

I asked if he took requests, and when he responded in the affirmative he played “All of Me” at my request. It’s one of my favorite songs.

We eventually said goodbye to our new friends and walked outside into the cold. Tony said he didn’t want to say goodbye to me quite yet and asked if we could find a darkened doorway. Absolutely!

Like 16 year-olds we made out in a doorway for what felt like an hour. His kisses were amazing and he crushed me against the brick wall. We would kiss and take a break and comment on how amazing it was, and then kiss some more. His hands roamed. I didn’t want it to end and I said so. He concurred and said it would be great to just continue what we were doing – it didn’t have to be more.

He said his place was a mess and I said he could come to my place. As I took out my phone to hail a taxi I looked at the time – 3:45am. I can’t remember the last time I was out at that hour.

Wow. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but I sure as hell didn’t want to say goodnight to Tony.

Part Two

0 thoughts on “The best first date of my entire life. Yup.

  1. Wow!
    Feeling like a teenager Ann?
    I guess the drama came afterwards? For now, it is more than pleasant to read 🙂
    Happy New Year my friend, and thank you for not making us wait too long before giving us the second installment 🙂

    • Yes I felt like a 16 year old. Especially when the owners of said dark corner started flashing their lights at us to get out of there 😀

      Happy new year to you too! There is more to come…I need to find time to write while in NYC! I wrote this post at 3am after coming back from the party, a little drunk. I am afraid to read it again!!

      • Lol! Yes, I can see you really feeling like 16 then!
        I didn’t feel like a 16 year old last night, but… ah, I guess I’d better start writing!
        Don’t be afraid to read your post again. It is perfect as is. The fact you may have been slightly inebriated made it all the more fuzzy feeling 🙂

  2. Ooooh this sounds delightful! I haven’t experienced that feeling in a long time…but that is definitely on the list of things I want…that great first kiss experience. 🙂

    • I will definitely tell you more!!! I’ve found dates like this so rare, honestly. It wasn’t just the chemistry but also the food and music and the special things that happened that night. Combined they were magic.

  3. I grinned like a goof reading this. Kissing like crazed teenagers is the best. I’ve had one of these kinda dates before, just one. I will refrain from telling you my ending till I read yours. I hope NYC is treating you well. I’m surprised you could form cohesive thoughts that early in the morning. You are a super writing dynamo! Keep it coming 😀

  4. Ann! This is such a wonderful story!! I am so excited to read what (and who???) comes next!! 🙂

    I would love to meet Will in a bar and act out a first meeting like this. We were 16 and enjoyed these excited feelings so many years ago…and none of them were in a bar. 😉 Will…I am dropping some serious hints for you, my love! 😀

  5. woot woot! what a GREAT night a superb story….maybe you caught the elusive dating unicorn? if so, we must splice his genes and clone him…..when you do get around to having sex with him, please pull some of his hair and tuck it under the mattress for future use.

    The kissing thing, that’s the best isn’t it? I love it! Good for you, I can’t wait to cheer Tony on some more!

  6. Katpee or Peeniss. Thank you for that. I am also happy to find you. I thought you had gone private with your blog, or invitation only and worried that I would have to search you out somewhere to message you.

      • I guess I haven’t gotten that far yet. The holidays seem to bring the ex’s out of the woodwork don’t they? Mine had us on edge for a couple weeks as well.

        • Ah, did he tell you he wouldn’t pay the agreed upon amount for alimony until end of January and end the same email with ‘Happy Holidays!”? Sigh, yes, the worst in exes 😉

        • The first post is called “baby did a dumb thing” or something like that 🙂

          In my case it was my own stupidity, and nothing in particular my ex did. But sorry to hear you had a situation with yours over the holidays.

          • Thanks Ann, I am going to look for it. (actually I was already anyway, but with a title will help) Mine just seems to reach out on occasion which creeps us all out. His birthday is in mid December, then come the holidays and if he isn’t involved with someone, he has time for us (something none of us are used to) so a little on edge that he might pop up, uninvited and not really welcome.

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