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Last night, Bartender and I had plans to go play shuffleboard, but at the last minute realized it’s closed on Mondays. After much back and forth and indecision, he suggested Netflix and couch. I hesitantly accepted, after first establishing that nothing would happen. I arrived, we got snacks, and he actually respected my boundaries a little too well, sitting a full cushion away from me. Towards the end, I scootched over for some G-rated physical contact. Before I left, he asked if “nothing would happen” meant we couldn’t make out. I said no, and so we did. Then he walked me to the subway station (and actually swiped in to escort me down to the platform).
He established early on that he is not a texter, and he’s sticking to it. This does not bother me and I appreciate being forewarned. I think it also helps keep Psycho Girl Emily at bay.
The fact that he leaves soon removes a ton of pressure and anxiety on my end (and potentially his?) about how much I like him and what this could be and how we should interact. I know it should always be like that, but… yea right.
His apartment is “boy” to the nth degree, and he has a twin bed, so I think it’s safe to say future plans will take place at my solo bachelorette pad.