Girl Friday Has Met Her Match!

So I was online one night, and I noticed that I received an email from another single dad. I liked his message, and took a look at his profile. He's 32 years old, an engineer, lives in the East End, and has a young daughter. He's cute! He's got a big smile in every picture, and it's infectious! So I respond, and tell him that I like his profile. I mention that I also live in the East End and that I'm a teacher at a nearby school.
The next day, I get an email from him, it says: "With the risk of sounding too forward, would you like to meet for drinks this Friday." Ok, so I'm supposed to have a date with another guy this Friday. I'm not really sure why, but I call the other guy and cancel it. I want to meet this guy. I email him back, and say that I'm free this Friday, and that I would love to meet him.
He responds "Let's meet at 8:00pm at The Globe Bistro on the Danforth". Just like that. This guy is impressing me already. He's not afraid to be forward, and just ask me out right away. He's not afraid to make all the plans and tell me where to meet him. You mean I don't have to suggest a place? Wow, how refreshing! Hmmm...I have a good feeling about this.

Let's just call him: Mr. Millenial.

" The workplace has become a psychological battlefield and the millenials have the upper hand, because they are tech savvy, with every gadget imaginable almost becoming an extension of their bodies. They multitask, talk, walk, listen, type and text. And their priorities are simple: they come first. They're very hardworking. They have the tools to get things done. They are enormously clever and resourceful. Some of them are absolutely incorrigible. It's their way or the highway. These young people will tell you what time their yoga class is and the day's work will be organized around the fact that they have this commitment. So you actually envy them. How wonderful it is to be young and have your priorities so clear." (Taken from "The 'Millenials' are Coming")

Date Night

It's Friday, and I really know nothing about this guy. We haven't even talked on the phone. I don't even know what he sounds like, and I'm meeting him in a couple of hours.
OMG!! What should I wear?
I've got it narrowed down to three dresses. My standard black dress that I wear all the time. I love this dress! My sexy green dress that is quite tight, and therefore totally unforgiving if I want to eat carbs! It's January afterall...and carbs are an essential element of winter survival. I decide to wear a new dress that I bought that I actually haven't worn on a date before. It's beautiful, and it's really colourful...mostly red and black and beige. It looks like a tapestry. I think to myself "I want this to be a new experience...no more bad dates...so I'm going to wear a dress that I haven't worn before." I'm worried though, because it's the least conservative of the three, but you know what? It's the most like me. Let's hope he likes it!!

So as I'm getting ready, I think to myself "I wonder if I should eat before, or if we'll be having dinner..." I decide to text him and ask. Why not?
He calls me back right away. I ask him, and we decide to make it drinks with the possibility of dinner. I love the sound of his voice. I can't even tell you what exactly it is about it, but I love it. I'm not nervous anymore.

I walk in, and I see him sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. He looks confident and happy. He sees me, and stands up and we greet each other. I take my coat off, and he compliments me on my dress. Yay!! I made the right choice. I also like what he's wearing, and so I tell him. Plus, I touch his shirt and ask him if it's linen.
I've already touched him...oh no Girl Friday...take it slow!!!

He's already got a drink, and so I look at the cocktail list. The last drink on the menu is called the "Northern Sky". OMG...that is a sign. "Northern Sky" is my favourite Nick Drake song. It's my song. This is going to be a great date...I can FEEL it! So, of course I order it. It tastes like a flower. I feel like I'm drinking a flower. I insist that he tastes it too. He takes a sip. (Little does he know that he's just fallen in love with me). There are countless tales of romance, and one thing that many-if not all of them have in common- is that the pair share a drink and fall madly in love.

He's fantastic. He's smart, funny, interesting. Every time I look at him, I get tingles. We have so much in common it's ridiculous. Our conversation is effortless. He's well travelled and has lived abroad. He speaks French, sails boats and scuba dives!!! I'm not joking. Oh, and did I mention that he's a trained gourmet chef?

We've had our cocktails, and we've shared our dinners. So we order dessert, and I tell him about how my new year's resolution is to learn how to salsa dance. Guess what he says? Of course he does!
He can salsa dance as well. In fact, he takes a look at the shoes that I've got on, and he says "Let's go!". He takes me to a salsa club up at Yonge and Eglinton. It was so much fun. Talk about being spontaneous! I was terrible! But who cares! He didn't. In fact, he kissed me a few times as we danced...this guy has scored huge points with me tonight.

We share a taxi home, and we can't keep our hands off each other! We get out and take a look at the view of the city along Broadview, close to where I live. He walks me home, and asks me if he can see me again. I say YES, of course! Like I could say no! This guy is kind of perfect for me...yikes!!
I want to invite him up, but I have a rule about that on the first date! I tell him that, and he laughs saying that it's such a teacher thing to say...that I have a rule about it...teachers and their rules. We decide to make plans for next week, possibly Thursday. So far away!

We talk on Saturday. I tell him that often on Sundays, I go for a long walk by myself. I ask him if he'd like to come with me. He says yes. I take him to Mount Pleasant Cemetery. I love walking around cemeteries.

That was January 15th...we haven't been apart since.