We cut our first vacation a little short, so I had a few days in town before I leave for California tomorrow for a week, on the 7am flight. Remember that guy I posted about in "Love Life? Please..."? The kiss-on-the-cheek guy? Well he's now a kiss-on-the-lips guy. When he heard I'd have a few days in town, he jumped at the chance to invite me over for dinner Saturday night. I hadn't met his family, really, and his sister and her husband were in for the evening too, so the five of us (me, his mom, his sister, her husband, and him) made quite a group. They let me help out a little, then we all sat down to some good eating and some awesome table conversation.
Background time: from the moment I stepped in that door, I've only felt more welcome in a home when the home was mine. He had told his mom just enough about me so that she had some background and was able to ask me things about my past vacation, my upcoming vacation, school, tons of things. However, he hadn't told her enough so that she was pushy. Wonderful mix. Also, their family laughs more than any other family I've ever encountered, and every moment spent in their presence was a wonderful one. I even was dubbed a nickname- '35', for my ACT score (the context was much more endearing, they said I was too smart to fall for any of their usual riddles and such). Overall, lovely people. His mom was one of the nicest women ever, and it seemed like both her and the rest of the party viewed me and my friend as an item, but only subtly so that I wouldn't have known he had a thing for me if he hadn't told me at 2:30 the previous morning, in the midst of a massive thunderstorm. I later inferred that he'd clearly talked about me to his family before I got there.
Anyways, after dinner, the two of us tucked in for a movie and some TV, and he made his moves subtly but surely (that phrase is going to be the next big thing, I swear!), by kissing my cheek, holding my hand, rubbing my arm, the usual. I stayed late due to yet another storm that I didn't want to drive home in, but by the time I finally left, I was treated to the now-familiar kiss on the cheek, along with a kiss on the lips. Slight, restrained, but powerful.
This morning, we went out to brunch after church and he, being the gentleman, picked up the bill. He then asked me what I wanted to do, and I claimed we should go walk his dogs, because his mom commented how little time they all spent with the dogs after he and his siblings went to school. So we took the dogs for a walk, then went back to the house, where his mom had come back from wherever she was. We sat and chatted for a bit, then she expressed that she should make cookies for that evening, as they were going to a relative's house for dinner. So, we made cookies.
After a while of beating the batter (they were brownie cookies), he noticed the lumps in it weren't going away. He asked me for my "baking expertise", to which I laid my hand on his arm and said "you're trying to blend chocolate chips." Totally serious, and his mom just lost it. He looked a bit sheepish, and it was all worthwhile. We talked for a while more as the cookies were being done, then he showed me his room. I put on a pair of his shoes right when I walked in, and it took him five minutes to notice. When he did notice, he was all smiles. We talked for a long time, about anything and everything. I then drove him back to his car, where we had left it (at the brunch place). As we were saying goodbye, we shared a longer kiss than the night previous. He texted me about an hour later and told me how his mom wouldn't stop talking about me, and how she said I was really nice. We're keeping up the flirty banter through text, but I don't think either of us are really sure where this thing is going! Oh well, live in the moment.
He has a stellar memory and remembers details far more often than I. He's the sweetest guy, and I hope to have more to blog about when I come back from California! Cheers.
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