Napping with Napa

Nothing quite as dramatic as "catching" anyone on a date with someone else this week, but time goes on, and happily, so do the dates!

Last Thursday I had plans with young (former) Water Polo Guy, who I met in a dive bar in Larkspur and lives in Napa. He was going to be in the city for work (he works for Coppola- that's so Nor Cal sexy, isn't it?) and our plan was to meet for an after-work cocktail. I was told to be ready and waiting for the call between 5 and 6. I was running a little late, so I was happy when he called at 6. Problem was, they were still going, and could we push it to 8? Aside from being ready, I didn't mind- (back when I used work, I made this call a lot myself!) Heading out the door at 7:50, I got another call- this time I could literally hear him asking other people when they would be done. They had decided to do a spontaneous wine photo shoot, and there was no leaving for WP. Since this date was obviously my plan for the night, I had nothing else going on- I figured the date would either fall apart or I'd still feel up for going out later. At 10 pm, after many updates, he was finally free. Now, I knew this was coming... he was so tired form work that he wanted to know if he could just grab a bottle and come over to mine. I sensed that the combination of late start time + wine + a man who's age starts with the number 2 and is an hour and a half from home would prove to be a dangerous one, but he assured me he would be a gentleman. I begrudgingly agreed.

He arrived in no time, and was was charming, fun and just as tall and cute as I remembered. We had a great time talking, and I was thinking that perhaps I had been too leery of WP. But sure enough, at 12:30, he said "are you really going to make me drive home?". Way to play it, dude, because can I really turn someone out to fend for themselves on country roads with half a bottle of wine in them? I told him I really wasn't planning on a sleepover date, but I would let him stay just because I felt bad kicking him out. I felt like a collegiate when he promised me we would just "kiss and snuggle", and even more so when he spent the entire night trying to do much more than that. He left in the wee hours, and I managed to survive the night with my dignity intact and a fondness for Water Polo Guy. We have had a few text messages since then, but I'm not quite sure that we're ready to embark on a "long distance relationship"... In any case, he's adorable and it was a fun night.