All smiles

Just for the record, I don't think any of my future dates are going to be as glamorous as those with Mr. Perfect.  A friend of mine was having a birthday dinner at a restaurant called HuHot and I planned on going but Mr. Perfect was wanting to go out to dinner and drinks that exact same night, so why not kill two birds with one stone?  I ran the idea by him and told him I totally understood if he wasn't up for it but I wasn't going to know anyone except the birthday girl anyways so it was going to be a bunch of strangers for me too.  Turns out he was my kind of guy.  I love meeting new people so I will usually throw myself into any situation, and he did too!  I did something so stupid.  About an hour before I was supposed to meet him at his house I went to the mall to try and find a shirt and bra.  Was I supposed to wear a nursing bra and an oversized ratty tank top with my boots and skinny jeans?  Luckily my stupidity turned out to be okay, except I totally should have went back to the dressing room and changed because I ended up having to change my bra and shirt in my car in the parking lot of the mall.  Fast forward to dinner.  We had a wonderful time and I was so surprised at how comfortable we were around each other and all of the"strangers" we were having dinner with.  When we were done eating and waiting for my friend to get her birthday desert he put his hand on my leg and gave it a little squeeze.  At this point I'm trying to decide in my mind how much longer I'm going to be able to be around him without jumping his bones.  We got up from dinner and he gave me a kiss on the cheek.  We had decided to part with the group and go get some drinks at a bar nearby.  Fast forward.  The second we got in his truck he leaned over for a kiss.  Yeah, it had to happen sooner or later.  We decided to go get a couple drinks at a place called Big Whiskeys.  It was nice enough that we sat outside on the patio and one of his friends was working and was our server (Hmm...was this planned?)  He orders a vodka sprite and I get a long island.  He gets a second, I don't.  I really didn't want to be one of those girls who is one their phone the entire time they are on a date but he knew I had a little one at home so he knew how paranoid I was about leaving her for the evening.  Next, my mom who is watching the tot calls.  Baby is screaming in the background and my mom says she's tried every thing and cannot get her to stop.  I give my mom some tips and tell her to call me back in 15 minutes if things don't get better.  I never get a call back.  I was definitely feeling the alcohol after only one long island, considering drinking is not really in my book of activities. Mr. Perfect has a truck. A nice big brand new sexy sexy truck.  He promised me I could drive it sometime.  Well...if there was going to be a "sometime."  After hearing my girl crying in the background of the phone call with my mom, I couldn't get her off my mind.  We got back to his place and I sat down on the couch.  He seriously had the most uncomfortable couch I had ever sat on.  It either was years and years old or broken.  It sunk down so much and if you tried to sit on the sides you slid down to the middle of it.  Sitting on it with him was okay though because we couldn't avoid getting close. He was a great kisser but he liked doing something that I thought was totally weird.  He kept telling me to stick my tongue out and then he would suck on it. Was this supposed to turn me on? Weirdooooo.  In my head I was just thinking "O gosh, please stop doing this and take off your shirt so I can look at you."  Btw, he is still Mr. Perfect after doing the sucky tongue thing.  Long sexual story short, things didn't go far because I wouldn't let them but I promise you I got a good feel of those abs.  And he got a good feel of mine too ;)  He walked me out to my car and I thanked him for a wonderful night.  Kissed him goodnight and I was off.  I got preoccupied once I was home with the tot but once I was finally ready to go to bed I got my phone and he had sent me a text; "I like you already.  I want to meet your little girl." Yup, Mr. Perfect.