Valentine's Day Date

Nick pulls up in my driveway and upon entering the house tells me how beautiful I look. It makes me blush. He says, "Let's go figure out your furnace," so we head down to the garage and he calls Jeff to try to resolve the problem. Furnace goes on, shuts off, goes on, shuts off...you get the picture. He looks at me and says, "They're not going to come tonight to fix this; let's get a fire started." Without hesitating he grabs kindling and wood and heads straight to the wood stove.

Once the fire is going we decide to head to the market to pick up food to make dinner. Upon walking into the market I reach out and hold his hand. He smiles at me.

By now it will be close to 8 when we get home so we decide on something simple: angel hair pasta and Italian bread. Nothing over the top, but the conversation was good as was the company. The furnace remained on at this point (but would turn off again in the middle of the night) and we had a nice fire going. We decide to snuggle up on the couch, watch the fire and a movie.

At this point he still hadn't kissed me. I could tell he was nervous despite all of the hand holding and snugglebunny-ness. So I looked at him and asked, "How much longer is it going to take for you to kiss me?" I said it quite confidently, trying to be assertive. That's when he finally leaned in and kissed me.

And what a relief, he is a good kisser!

This always does me in. I have no will power at all. And I immediately thought in my head, "What would Master Dater do?"

Sidebar: A little more than a week ago I was talking to Mike and said that when I do anything in my dating life I always ask myself WWMDD? I told him I imagine a mini version of him with wings and a halo on one shoulder telling me how to proceed and then I have the mini version of my subconscious with its little horns and pitchfork egging me on to do what my "id" is telling me to do.

I knew Mike would tell me to close up shop and wait, but then I also remember a post that Jack wrote "Dismantling the myth of first night nookie." Needless to say, sorry Mike, but I decided to trust Jack on this particular night (for my own benefit of course.)

All told, this was a really good Valentine's Day date. The funny thing is that as I am learning more about Nick, he is 100% opposite of what I or anyone who knows me would consider my type. Yet I am completely smitten with him. And I guess that's all that matters, right?