We met after his evening college class (some kind of advanced math slash programming thing, yep, he's clever) and went for a drink at the Freedj.
The Freedj is a funny bar, busy every night of the week, and with a nice mix of customers. It also has a quiet seating area right round the back that no-one seems to use - dark, moodily lit, comfortable seats....what more does a second date need?
So we chatted and chatted. We like the same films, the same cheesy TV series, the same books. We chatted about our friends, our families. He told me all about his bad back (not a high point, but hey, it's worth noting).
And then we came back to mine. Sorry to disappoint those of you who said 'wait', but hey, there was action. Serious action.
And it was all great.
Be. Still. My. Beating. Heart.
You know what I mean?
So, he's just gone off to work and I'm packing to go to the UK for a few days. We made plans to see each other 'when I get back'. Lord knows, I don't want to go.
Anyway, maybe it's a big thing, maybe it's a pleasant interlude. I refuse to worry about my potential future broken heart. Well, maybe just a little, eh? I'm only human.
For the moment, I'm enjoying it.
But how to proceed? With caution, I guess.
Reader, I'm taking baby steps.