I secured and went on my first second date which was with the DE Lawyer on Thursday. Sweet. I freely admit I have fallen victim to a little Smitten Kitten Syndrome (SKS) - I'll post about this syndrome of the dating world soon.

Prep Situation?
Unlike the first date, we went to his state. This meant he had to plan out the stuff. Keep in mind, I am horribly difficult.

He picked a spot for sushi. I am on this restricted diet, as I think I droned on about before. I  can eat sashimi (that's the fish without rice) but I do enjoy it the most anyway. I figured to compensate, I would stick with my dressy stuff I had to wear.

Additionally, my co-workers offered me makeup advice, clothing advice and Altoids. Rock. They also seemed curious if I was going to make it in to work on Friday. I stand by my statement, I would not be in if it went really, really well and I ended up getting married in Vegas or if it went really, really, really, really bad and I ended up dead. Otherwise, I would be in the next day. 

Details!
I opted for a dress for this one and some high boots. I'm not super fashionable, but, I think I can clean up nice to impress. The point is, I'm a catch, I'm going to show that off when I can. Booya. I think it sort of off-sets the creepy.

Since he was coming from work, he was already in a suit - a suit he pointed out he was made fun of because it was a lavender shirt and pink tie. He's the second guy I know to really like that pink tie thing. Anyhow, I felt a lot better because we sort of matched in our formality. Plus, a guy in a suit is hot. Not just any suit, a suit with some color. Like a moth to a flame. 

Moth. To. A. Flame.

Anything Go Wrong Yet?
Honestly, I was totally nervous, again. Let's run down the anxiety in convenient bullet form:

• Travel anxiety: I had to drive to DE. I suck with directions even with my GPS. It's a residual fear from back in the day.
• Being late anxiety: Having no chance to do a dry run, so I didn't know if I was going to be late. I hate being late.
• Food anxiety: I could only eat the sashimi. I didn't want to seem weird.
• Date anxiety: Manda, please don't screw up. Manda, please don't screw up.

I did hit some major traffic. I texted/called about it and soon after, it all cleared up. I did miss the shopping center where the restaurant was. No worries, I found it. I did have an extra "AHHH!" moment in my head when he texted that he thought some of his co-workers were at the same place.

This is how I handled it:

Him: FYI, I see a coworker here so you have to pretend to be totally into me.
Me:. Yeah, I'd totally touch your junk. lol

Oh, yeah. I'm smooth.

Details?
He was there before me, of course, but, I got a nice hug. I hate finding people in places, but, it was empty and he met me at the door - 'cause I texted "come find me" and when I walked in I was greeted with a hug.

I'm slick. 

Not really, I think at this point I was using about 87% of my brain to keep myself from acting like a retarded 16-year-old. I was also told I looked really nice. Flattery is also awesome. And then I needed 97% of my brain to act normal.

Dinner was nice, the sushi was good. It came with some octopus, which is one of my favorites. This is unimportant to the rest of this post. We had a nice chat. I'm glad I don't blush easily because he has amazing blue eyes and it sort of makes my brain shut off. That's awesome when you are trying to keep your cool, by the way. And/or pay attention. And not stab yourself in the face with a chopstick. 

Afterwords, we went back to his house (no, there was no sex) to watch movies. I was ok with this. My only ninja-danger sense that went off was that we took his car from the restaurant to his house, thusly cutting off any escape route. Not that I felt I needed one. This is just how I roll.

We ended up watching "The Town" and kept our own running commentary. Yes! Sarcasm and wit! He got to change, I ended up going under a blanket with my dress situation. Getting comfortable on a couch with a dress can lead to all types of problems. It's really all about using your resources.

There was a nice teenage type awkwardness on the couch - sitting close, shifting a little closer, relaxing a little. He had developed a cyst on his wrist, so, that was a good excuse for getting a little closer for me - yep, your injury is totally my way in, sucka!  The arm around me did cut off his circulation. Nice gesture though.

He keeps early hours, so, he had been up for about 24 hours when I was just starting to get a little tired. He put up a good show. We ended up watching some other shows and I pointed out, it was up to him when he wanted to get rid of me since he had to drive me back to my car - that occurred around 12:30ish? He assured me he was fine and enjoyed the company. Very sweet because I was dying of guilt.

And yes, there was a smooch. I want to assume he wanted to kiss me during movie time and didn't, so, I gave him a hug and a smooch before I got out of the car. Then I detached myself from his lip/the car because the brain shutting off thing was not going to help either of us getting out of the parking lot.

And?
I did make it to work the next day and most of my department did not. I was also showered and sassy, as per the norm.

Conclusions
I did one thing that sort of bothers me and I blame on Smitten Kitten Syndrome (SKS) which is I set up a third date on Saturday knowing I already set up a second date with the Romanian on that day. I did see if I could do lunch with the Romanian, but, that didn't work. So, I feel bad, but, I opted to have dinner with DE Lawyer this time. 

I think I'm a horrible person.

Saturday Date?
As is only fair, he can drive up to see me. As I scoped out his place, I invited him over to mine for dinner. Now I have to make dinner. Pressure. At least it is pressure in my own space. Plus, there is a pizza place right down the street. 

Oh, and I have to figure out how to hook up and operate my DVD player.