We move from the kitchen to livingroom. I start scanning the furniture for the best possible play to sit. A sectional, fantastic! I will take the corn seat. There is something reassuring about the corner seat of a sectional. I get settled as he sets up the game and picks his seat close to me. I don’t know why I thought he would pick a seat further away from me. Either way, we are about to have a battle Royale and he has no clue!
THe unmistakable beeps that signal the start of race sound through the speakers and off we go. The house goes silent except for the music of the game. We are focused! Determination is the only thought, feeling or mood right now. We both have forgotten the fun light flirtation and are zoned in on first place. We trade wins but ultimately he wins. I am not sad to be second place, given my history with video games and my inability to succeed at them, I will take second. No problem. We place several more rounds and still, over all, I am second and still not mad about it. We take a break for drinks and more conversation.
I learned where he works and what he does for a living, how ling he’s been separated, his goals in the next chapter of his life, how many cars he has paid off (this on is important to me) and the most important of all, his intentions in dating. This one can get a bit tricky but it is exceptionally important. You don’t want to waste your time on a guy who is playing the field but lying about it. Just cut the shit.
We talk and laugh until almost eleven pm and I politely remind us both that while this has been a welcomed relaxing fun evening, we do have work in the morning.
Work that I wont get much done because I will spend the entire day thinking about the man that has captivated me with just a few beers, Shinedown and some Matio Kart.
How Did I Get Here? 