He wasn’t my usual “type” at all, which tends to be more artsy and progressive, but he made me laugh so much.
We could have kept talking for hours if he hadn’t had to go pick up his son. About five minutes into our second date I could tell he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him back.
We went to a restaurant on the beach and strolled along the shore afterward holding hands. One of the first things somebody warned me about before I had my daughter was the potential to get mastitis or thrush and how you should always wash your hands before you touch your nipple.
When we were in his car, he just planted one on me and we made out. I knew right then and there that I wanted more, and I told him as much. Something I didn’t mention in my profile, however, is that I’m still breastfeeding. This isn’t a big deal for a new mom who’s washing her hands all the time anyway to protect her newborn, but my date, who would probably try to get a little handsy, would need to be informed and perhaps reminded. I’m not going to sit here and speculate about what other people do in bed, but for me, that would just be too weird.
I ended up swiping right on a handful of guys (signaling to them that I was interested), and most of them were matches. He had a good job, was kind of a foodie, and really into sports. The next guy, “Mike,” was pretty cute, a single dad, divorced, and also a few years older than me.
I knew that the dating pool was small where I live, but I was still surprised that so many guys were interested in dating a single mom. We chatted for a while but it was taking him forever to ask me out. He had a good job, too, but what really impressed me was that he was a very accomplished athlete.