It’s been about a month now since my first date with Justin. I wish I could say I’ve been MIA on my blog because I’ve been so busy being romanced by him, but the truth is, he turned out to be a COMPLETE jerk. So disappointing.

Here’s what happened. After our whirlwind first date, Justin seemed really interested in me. He contacted me right away about getting together again, and not just through texting—he actually called! We made plans to get together the Wednesday after our first date, but wound up having to change it because of some work conflict, or so he claimed. Anyway, at least he called me to let me know, and instead of pushing the date off to later, he actually wanted to get together Tuesday (a day earlier!). I was really eager to see him again too, so I agreed. In retrospect, it probably made me seem too available, but I wasn’t at all worried about that at the time.

As it turned out, I didn’t wind up seeing Justin that Tuesday because he got out of work too late. I heard from him around 10 when he was leaving the office (guess that’s one of the downsides of being a hotshot NYC lawyer) and we agreed to meet up Wednesday after all. By “meet up” I mean he called me at 9pm and asked if I wanted to hang out at his place. Now normally I would never agree to something like that. It’s very out of character for me to go to the apartment of some guy I just met, but I really didn’t feel weird about it.  I know that technically we’d only been on one date, but it lasted 11 hours, so it felt closer to five dates.

I was only there for a couple hours, but we watched TV and talked. I had a really good time. We did kiss a bit—finally!—but it was all very innocent.  And it helped prove that the chemistry was definitely there, since you never really know until you kiss.  Sometimes you think you have chemistry and then you kiss and… nothing; it’s like sucking face with a brick wall.  But I definitely felt something.  The only question was: did he feel the same “connection”??

He must have, because when it was nearing midnight, Justin asked me to stay over.  Given that we hardly know each other, not to mention that we both had work the next day, I didn’t even consider it.  But Justin was cool about it and walked me out to get a cab, saying he’d call Thursday. And call he did.

I hate to do this again but I just realized how much more of the story I have left to tell and how late it’s getting. I have a bunch of stuff I still need to do before starting the work week tomorrow, so I need to pause here. To be continued….