i don’t kiss on first dates and i live to that self-imposed rule.
before you raise your eyebrows, i want to say that i am happily attached with the significant other. i just want to share you an incident that transpired a couple of years ago when i was in a business trip somewhere far.
on that gloomy morning aboard a bus on my way to the office, i was focused on my phone sending blabbers on twitter. nodding on the beat of coldplay, this guy incessantly staring at me which i was unaware of. i refused to accept his presence but my face betrayed me.
he smiled and damn that fucking smile opened heaven on earth. blue and chinky eyed six footer, nice bicelps but not that typical big built european, my waterloo.
apparently, he came near me and discreetly asked for my number. creepy but i felt kinikilig like a high school girl with a pigtail. pota! hahaha!
i went off the bus when he gave me a ring, good lord i already have my at&t number.
“nice to meet you. would it be ok for you to have dinner downtown tonight?”
my knees shook.
“sure. i’ll be off from work at six.”
it was a great dinner. i learned that he’s also an expat from geneva. his strong european accent made him cuter.
we also went to see a movie and damn it, he held my hand during the movie. it sent shivers down my spine. i never felt this for a long time, only now.
when the movie was over. he drove me to my hotel. automatic transmission is a clever invention because he was able to hold my hand the entire trip.
when we’re already at the gate, he wanted to kiss me. but i didn’t, i said i don’t kiss on first dates.
maybe on our next date, i will. but it will only be a kiss. i am not yet ready to fall.