Game On

Since I was already smitten with Mark following Mac Emergency week, I, (of course), spent last week waiting by the phone and going over every tiny detail of our last encounter, trying to determine if we would ever speak again. By Wednesday I was sweating it, seriously, but forced myself not to send any fake-breezy emails requesting tech support. I was out enjoying a cappuccino and some wi-fi ("working") when the message came in. Hallelujah! The other patrons must have thought I just scored an MJ dress on ebay for $9.99 by the smile on my face. What was funny that is was an invitation to another Giants game. 13 years in Los Angeles and I think I saw the Dodgers once, and now this was my second baseball date in 3 weeks. Oh well! I am happy to consume giant beers and hot dogs, and more than happy to do anything with cute Mark.

He picked me up (yay! no public transport!) Friday evening and off we went. Have I mentioned that he is cute? Yes, I may be under the influence of cupid's arrow, because I was actually comparing him to David Beckham in my head. But more importantly, he was talking. In sharp contrast to my baseball date with quiet Nick, we chatted before, during and after the game. And apart from a very in-depth conversation about the mascot, none of it was baseball-related. He was funny and smart, open, analytical and very masculine. And he laughed at my jokes. Hooray! Now this was my kind of sports-related date. We even got to leave in the 8th inning because it was FREEZING. Of all the outdoor SF dates I've been on so far, this was the coldest- even the season ticket holders were talking about it. (Please remember, it is July.)

Back to mine for a glass of wine (thank you, parking gods, for that spot in front!) More chatting, some music, something to drink... I was suddenly grateful that I live in a pimped out bachelor pad (I am apartment swapping for anyone who may not know.) I turned on the red lantern mood lighting (and the heat), relaxed into the World's Most Comfortable Couch, and waited for the setting to work it's magic. I will not doubt the bachelor decorating scheme again, because it did not take too long before he pulled me over. We had a fantastic (PG rated!) couch makeout. A good old-fashioned, fully-clothed, sitting-up couch makeout that made me feel like I was 17 and wanted to push my curfew just five more minutes. (At 37, after seemingly hundreds of dates, that is quite a feat.) We talked a little more, and I asked him about his broken engagement that he had referenced. He told me that the was the one who broke it off, that it just wasn't the way he wanted to feel about the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Bonus points for Openness (+50), Being In Touch With Emotions (+100), and General Interest In Marriage (+150!) Right? Another knee-weakening kiss at the door, and he left me flustered and giddy. Oh dear... I believe I may be in trouble. Especially because we don't have any concrete plans for the future, and I have not heard from him. He knew I was heading out of town for a few days, so I am hoping he will be getting in touch soon. But since I now have an Official Crush, all bets are off...