I pick him up, because I don't want him to pick me up. His place his nice, he is cute. I like him immediately. We go to a show, he is thoughtful and smart and fun to be with. When he whispers to me at the show and we touch slightly it feels nice. He tells me things about himself that are real, and don't seem to be calculated as a sales pitch or to create a particular impression. They do though. We go for drinks, it is late, and I want to kiss him. These thoughts surprise me, I will fight them off for a while. We say goodnight with a slow handshake. I come home all tingly.
The next day I think it is too soon to meet someone so boyfriendable and fantasize about making dinner with him.