Current mood:	hopeful
Current music:	Lecture 13 The Battle of the Sexes Love and Evolution

The demanded gossip

So this was a date-date, as opposed to a booty call. Coffee with a nice poly couple (M/F) I met on OKCupid. As stated earlier, I primped and preened and got myself all soft and sweet-smelling. Then I left bright and early, allowing plenty of time to get there. I stopped at the post office to drop off miss_sophia's BPAL, and it was still really early so instead of catching the bus I walked from 6th & Guadalupe to Congress & Riverside. This is not a grueling but not insignificant walk. I was surprised that it only took 20, 25 minutes tops. I was stupid early.

Dominican Joe is a great place to go with a laptop. Convenient outlets everywhere. This also means that it is very crowded on a weekend by people who are in no hurrly to leave.

So, I nursed a mojito limeade and finished Generation Dead while I waited for them. We wound up going to Freebird's (in the same shopping center) and D. bought me a burrito (I got the half-sized steak burrito and a drink, and the offer to pay was made after I'd gotten it all). We sat out on the patio and chatted in the wind. I gave N. a BPAL imp and a Conjure Oils pip (nothing for D. cuz I'm out of guyish imps to gift), and they had heard of BPAL. Major points. Pagan networking and festivals were discussed. Then we went in search of a place to play boardgames.

Summermoon was closed. Ruta Maya was hosting very loud dance lessons. I'd have suggested checking out Flightpath or Epoch but I didn't know how to get there, and I didn't think to suggest Clementine. But that was fine, we wound up at an Amy's that was very quiet. We got ice cream to share (a mix of cajeta ice cream and triple Mexican vanilla ice cream with cinnamon mixed in... swooningly good) and played a little Taboo, which I had never played before but did pretty well at. So I got to show off my smarts, which is a good thing; my having dropped out of high school hasn't come up yet and I'd like to have demonstrated my intelligence before letting them know that.

So nice chatting happened, and on the way home D. asked what scent I was wearing and complimented me on it. Told him it was Gelt, and that it was cocoa and amber. He said he really likes the amber. Yay! Found out that N. has allergy issues with vanilla, so I know not to wear vanilla scents. I suppose it's just as well I sold the Monsterbait: Underpants, because that would likely have been a date scent.

Got a hug from D. when they dropped me off; N. was driving so she got a warm handclasp. Note to self, it is her turn to get a hug next.

And it seems there will be a next; I've already gotten an email asking if I'd like to come to their place for dinner and DVD-watching some evening soon. Of course I'm all for it, because I had a nice time. I was invited to bring stuff to watch; I asked if they liked anime and was told they haven't seen much of it but bring it anyway.

I'll bring the Bakeneko arc of Ayakashi and the Death Note live action movie, and see which appeals to them more. And wear Chanukkiyah, because it is delicious amber, and also Chanukah-themed (D.'s Jewish, so it's bound to make him smile; Gelt cracked him & N. up).

So, that's the date report. I like them both; we've got far more in common than I ever would with W., and when/if it comes to that, I'm sure they'll be more interesting in bed as well. D. and I have touched cautiously on the subject of kinks and preferences in email; he gets major points with me for having mentioned the late lamented ON OUR BACKS. I have the sneaking suspicion it was N. who introduced him to it, which bodes well for her. He's a touch on the wiry side, geek-who-works-out sort of thing, and she's soft and curvy with lovely skin. They're both smart and educated (he works at UT, and she metioned working on a paper so she's probably pursuing a postgraduate degree) and good to laugh with.

On my way downtown I figured out what had made me leery of trying any sort of dating for so long. Breaking up with Keith, with Jay... they were assholes. They treated me like shit. With Dan... he was a good guy, a decent guy. He didn't dump me because he was a jerk, he broke up with me because he couldn't handle my illness. A weakness in his character, perhaps, but not toxic or abusive, and he didn't act like I was in the wrong for being sick. He even let me stay with him until I got my apartment. He was a good guy and he couldn't deal with me. And that hurt in a way a bad relationship with a human dirtball couldn't.

Maybe a different situation, like this, could work out better. If I'm dating a couple, I won't have to worry that no one can meet their emotional needs when I'm deep in a depressive fit. If I live in my own place, they won't have to see me when I'm at my worst. And when we are together, that's two people to reassure me that I don't suck as a human being. Before, I was always in the couple, getting involved with a third. This time, I'm the free agent. Let's see what happens.</a>