Blue Moon Smiling

So I had date #5 this weekend.  I've decided to call him Bluefish because we are stupidly well-matched, because we met on Plenty of Fish, and because I can abbreviate it BF, and one day I hope that I can honestly declare for 100% sure that that also stands for Boyfriend.  ;-)

In reality, this felt like dates #5, 6 and 7.  We spent a full 24 hours together. 

I got to his place about 5pm Saturday.  I left at 5pm today.  I did not get tired of him.  He did not get tired of me.  I learned so much more about him and vice versa.  I laughed almost constantly.  We went to dinner.  Food was amazing, I got blackened mahi mahi, grilled vegetables and garlic mashed potatoes.  I had two drinks, one of which was a Blue Moon Martini.  I felt like it was a sign!

I got accustomed to his townhouse, met his cats (he got them for his daughter, but he only has her part time).  We watched the Lifetime Lizzie Borden movie (ha!), we had brunch, we got very little sleep (4 hours for him, 2 for me, MAYBE).  I cannot sleep well in new places and it was so deafeningly quiet.  I joked that next time I'm bringing Zquil or a fan for white noise.  We played Wii bowling, Wii golf, Super Mario World 3D.  I spent hours spooning with him, or curled up next to him, or tangled up with him.  I soothed cold hands on his chest, got drawn in beneath the drape of his strong arms.  I cuddled up against him, he absently kissed the top of my head, rubbed my hands. 

And then this afternoon we sat on his couch and took turns deleting our Plenty of Fish profiles.  ;-)