Amen, Sister

As first dates go, Saturday night with V was actually pretty great. There wasn't a single lull in conversation. The five hours of conversation. And, as much as I hate to draw a parallel, we shared an immediate ease with one another that was uncannily reminiscent of my first date with M3. But more about him in a minute.

V came equipped with a bottle of wine, arrived a mere two minutes late, and his cute little JCrew stripey button-down was not only tucked in, but it coordinated with the rest of his ensemble, right down to his shoes.

There was much laughter, repeated instances of gratuitous leg touching (his touching, my leg, natch), even a request for a second date within the first 15 minutes of arriving at my abode. (Seriously, that's gotta be some sort of a record.) Oh, and I scored some front porch action at the end of the night, too. Fortunately, there were also only two known incidents of M3 surreptitiously creeping into my conscious and distracting me from the very lovely, charming and color-coordinated boy currently in my midst.

Ladies and (gay) gentlemen, I do believe that V is a contender.

(Too bad he's apparently in the market for a relationship of the exclusive variety. I don't see this ending well.)

And speaking of not being anyone's girlfriend, the 25 year old is now 26 but as brooding and introspective and sexy as the first time we had a relationship based almost entirely on our deep love of making out with one another. After three hours of conversation and many beers, we mutually decided to cut the crap and start exploring our newfound friendship asap. Said exploration began last night in the parking lot. And ended this morning on the sidewalk in front of my house.

I haven't the slightest idea, really, why I'm seeing him again or how long it will last this time around or what his motives are or frankly if I really care on any of the aforementioned accounts...but does it really matter if we're just pals who might occasionally have sleepovers?

After all, as someone far wiser than I (likely a single woman in her 30s also trying to rationalize her way into another purposeless engagement) once said....

A friend is a gift you give yourself.