On Friday I had a date with Fern.
We had met on OkCupid a month or so prior, and seemed to hit it off. We started by emailing each other everyday, then added some texting to the mix. We flirted. A lot. I am a computer geek, and can't help but snoop around. I found her profile on Facebook, and sent her a friend request. It's something I often do to people I chat with online. I like meeting new people. My Facebook profile is pretty open. I don't hide that fact that I am married and in an open relationship. It's there, for everyone to see, in plain English. If I wanted to cheat, I'm going about it in the wrong way.
Fern lives about 40 miles north of me, so we decided to meet somewhere in between. She chose Geneva, a town on the Fox River due west of Chicago. Perfect! I had previously attended a UU Church in the town, and knew of a great little coffee shop where we could meet. The wife recommended I treat her to the chocolate fondue. It's always fun when a significant other gives you dating advice.
We were suppose to meet at 7pm, but had to push the time back an hour since her husband was running late, but not before a little mix-up in communication in which she called me a wanker. Did I tell you she makes smile?
After finally finding some parking, I made my way to the coffee shop and waited outside. The night was glorious. The high street was busy with people, and the town so idyllic and romantic. There was even a singer outside to provide some entertainment. I receive a few strange looks, considering I was wearing a skirt. One guy even gave me a compliment.
When Fern arrived, I greeted her with a hug. She was as pretty in real life as she was in her photos. We headed inside, and ordered our coffee and fondue. We chatted for a good two hours, right up until the shop was ready to close. She was fun and witty, and I definitely felt a connection. Fern is fairly new to poly, and she talked about some of her previous bad dates, in particular the one in which she sent me an email half way through. Yes, you know a date is bad when you have to email someone else before it is even finished. Some may consider that the height of rudeness, but it makes me giggle and smile inside.
This prompted me to retell the story about how, in the middle of having sex with Writer, I sent Artist a text message. At the time, she was downstairs and could hear all the shenanigans. In the message I told Artist it was time for audience participation, and asked her to choose the next position. She complied. For a quiet shy guy, I sometimes do the most outlandish things.
Before leaving the coffee shop, we were rewarded with two free cookies. She told me to take them both, seeing as I had two young kids and she only one. I tried to argue with her, explaining that my kids could share one, and anyway, the wife was going steal one anyway, but she would have done of it. We took a brief stroll down the street, before I finally escorted her to a car, like the fine gentleman I am. She then offered to escort me back to my car, but I warned her of the dangers of getting caught in an infinite loop. Best to nip it in the bud right now.
It was a long kiss.
A passionate kiss.
She had told me that the last date had kissed like a fish. I only hoped I was a big improvement.
And then, we parted. I suspect I'll be seeing more of her.
Last edited by nicothoe; 08-08-2011 at 08:17 PM.