How soon is too soon?

I was at Bar Restaurant On the Hill, aka BROTH, having dinner with a guy who seemed to be constantly dropping and looking for his shoe under the table. That or a cat was constantly rubbing itself on my leg under the table.

It’s the first date with PW. Well mannered, articulate, successful, obviously smart, confident and has a plump bum that I just want to bounce coins on. Check, check, check, check, check, and yum! And to top it off, he seems to “funcy” me a great deal J.

We shared a sardine appetizer. It was fishy so I thought – good thing I brought mints J. Presumptuous much, I am.

But all throughout the dinner, I had my doubts as to what I was doing there. I like the guy and I was having a good time. We laughed and chatted without lulls. But a nagging thought was flashing through my mind… Is it too soon?

Ok, technically, this was my first date after my last relationship. I was very apprehensive going into the date because I haven’t dated for a while and I was rusty. I decided to overdress a bit rather than feeling out of place and I put on extra-strength deodorant for good measure. I made sure I watched the news days before and gathered snippets of current events, just in case the subjects come up. I even brushed my teeth twice. But none of these seemed to matter when we started talking. He found my most boring material, such as my weekends, completely interesting. He was even keen to try Filipino food (to which I cried Noooooooooo!) at some point. (Mental note: ask flatmate MM to whip up a good meal at home – To which I will claim all the credit!)

It’s too soon, it’s too soon, it’s too soon… cried my brain… My heart said, “Is it?” in response.

And before he showed off how his car converts to a top-down, we kissed.

And at that moment, my brain finally went quiet and… I sighed.

Thank God for mints!