Maybe It's Better...

SG has been in constant contact since we reconnected last Thursday...texting and/or calling every day, before and after our last "first date" on Saturday. He called today and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie at his place tonight. Sounded good to me.
I arrived at 7:30, he gave me a tour of the place...it was cozy. We watched a movie, ordered pizza, talked, and continued to, I guess, feel each other out. We were on separate couches for the first half of the night, but once the food arrived I moved onto his couch, at his prompting.
He doesn't know how to read me, I guess. And I sure as hell don't know how to read him. To me he seems extremely guarded, private...and I feel there's a lot more to his story than has been revealed to me. As for me, I'm guarded, hesitant, reserved with him. How can I not be? I guess it was time to decipher whether we were hanging out as friends (which, of course, I knew we were not), or if we were going to explore the possibility of something more...like with a REAL kiss. I have never sat through 3 movies with a guy who I was completely attracted to (over the course of 6 months, mind you) and actually watched all three movies. Maybe he hadn't either?
The movie ended at about 10:30...we were talking as he measured the length of my calf against his forearm, my foot against his hand and my entire leg against his whole arm. Yes, I'm 5' and you're 6'4"...my leg is the length of your arm. He mentions that he's going to go to the gym which, again, took me by surprise. Who the heck goes to the gym at 10:30 at night when they have a girl on their couch? I guess I've decided to take a bit of a laizzes-faire approach to my interaction with SG for now. After all, he could disappear again any day now, so why bother getting my panties in a bunch about any of it? I'm taking a very day by day approach this time around.

Before I even put on my shoes to leave, he asked when he could see me again...we decided on Thursday, and I reminded him I was going out of town on Friday to spend my birthday weekend with my family. "Does this mean I don't have to get you a present, or even call you, since you'll be out of town?", he joked. I told him he was completely off the hook since I didn't even know if my phone would work all the way in Orlando. He walked me to the door. I wanted a kiss. A real kiss. I needed to know if we have that spark, that connection..beyond just liking what each other looks like. Looks aren't everything. It's in the kiss. I wanted to feel and taste his lips and his tongue. We paused by the door. He bent down. We kissed. For the first time. For real. Our tongues caressed each other. It was soft and sweet and sensual and passionate at the same time...at least it would have been if I didn't have one foot out the door knowing he had one foot on the treadmill. I wanted to get lost in his mouth, as I pictured that sexy, uneven toothed smile of his. After the kiss he said "wow" or "you're a great kisser" or "that was great"...I can't quite remember exactly what he said because the birds were swirling and chirping again. My exact words were: "That was worth waiting for". Then he kissed me again. It was delicious.
As he walked me to my car he said, "I don't know why I'm going to the gym now." "Neither do I", I agreed. But, then I thought to myself...maybe it's better that he's going to the gym, and our dates are alcohol free, and they end by midnight instead of in two am drunken stupors. Maybe it's better that we've had five dates in six months instead of four dates in two weeks. Maybe it's better. We'll see what happens tomorrow....one day at a time.