Met up with Adam for sushi in the Chicago suburbs. First impression.....not altogether unattractive, kinda nerdy, but sweet.
We talked for a solid hour, and it was nice. He was accessible in spite of his chemistry genius. He was a decent story teller. I'm not sure I laughed hard, but I smiled.
At the end of the date, I felt like I should hug him, but I didn't really want to. Not that hugging is a big deal, but throughout the date/meal, there was just not a part of me that wanted to see him naked. Or get naked with him. Or felt confident that he would know what to do with my naked body.
And he's moving in September, and I won't even be back in Illinois for a few weeks yet....so what's the point really? I guess if we met and I wanted to climb on top of him, then I would have tried to set something up, so that I could climb on top of him in a few weeks, but I don't.
He sent me a text two days after our date "Good morning! Hope today is better than yesterday. Any chance you'd be interested in a second date?"
So sweet. It really did melt my heart a little bit, and I hope I let him down gently while still keeping the door open for a friendship once I move down there. I said that I didn't think he is quite what I'm looking for. That I want to find a partner who is ready to start a family in the next year or so (or within a year of starting a romantic partnership). He admitted he's not in that position..
Of course, this all is such a load of shit. That I'm going to have to go through for who knows how long. But hopefully not for too long.