I awoke this morning to a nightmare about my brother. For the first time my ex-fiance was not the first thing on my mind. 

I spent the day and too much money at Ikea, purchasing many wonderful things to upgrade the state of my new bachlorette pad.

I got home just a touch too late for comfort, and rushed to get ready for my date.

I wore a nice patterned dress, hair up and simple but classy make-up. Mr. Impeccable was wearing his work clothes; a plaid button-up dress shirt and dress pants. He looked great behind the wheel of his standard, and delicious in his leather jacket as he drove us to from one china town to the other. I don't think I have laughed as much in a month as I had tonight and yesterday. He kept saying silly things in ridiculous accents. We had running jokes about balls and smells, most girls would be repulsed, but I think it's hilarious.  

He took me to this great food, typical chinese restaurant. As we chatted the conversation seemed to flow pretty easily and hit on a bunch of different topics. 

Finally he popped the question, "so… tell me what happened." Which is always followed by, "you don't have to if you don't feel like it." It was conversation I actually hadn't thought much about having. I was maybe a little too detailed about it, but still never hit some points that should have been addressed. I realized; it was a much longer and a more drawn out conversation than I intended it to be, and I worried that it might have been a turn off.

After chai-nes-saw food we headed downtown for dessert. On the car ride there I noticed this little pink japanese thing with tassels and a bell hanging from his windshield. I harassed him about his taste in pink tassels. He explained that he had gotten it in Japan the last time he was there. He ended up in this place that felt overwhelming spiritual. He said he needed to get something from that place to remind him of it. I think now how impressed I am that he has a spiritual side as well. He said something I have only ever heard myself say, "you get that feeling, you just know that there's this indescribable energy."

He took me to a market style place and we had some drinks. We got to talking, and lost track of time. He told me a couple times during the conversation that I was cute. 

We spoke a lot about what we both knew, the industry. The conversation seemed to focus that way at this place. At one point during the conversation he completely interrupted me to tell me I had beautiful eyes. I'm not used to flattery, and self esteem is low, so I end up internally bashing myself, but politely saying thank you. I know eventually my confidence will come back and I'll be able to flirt back and crack jokes. I just find myself shutting down when this happens now. First step… realizing the problem.

When we got up to fetch our desserts, everything was already closing down. As we headed back to the car, he suggested a place nearby to grab creme brulee, one of my favourites. As we walked he put his hand on the small of my back a couple times. (Love when men do that)

We agreed that this city has a bit of a failure when it comes to making a good creme brulee. We sat by a fire, here we sat side by side and there was a lot of flirting. He touch my arm a couple times, softly, gently to show interest.

I was in the middle of a story, about hanging out with a bartender, and he replied with, "why wouldn't he want to hang out with you, you are a gorgeous woman." I'm sure I blushed ridiculously and thanked him.

We spoke a lot about traveling, and he kept saying let's go there, I'll take you, let's plan a trip. We have know each other for a couple years now, but from a distance. He would always invite me out, and I would nicely turn him down due to work, other plans, and my sometimes present ex. I felt that it still might be a little premature in the relationship to be planning trips to New York and montreal on the first date.

He paid the bill when I was in the restroom, which I felt like a douche about because he had paid for everything else all night. What a gentleman, paying the bills, holding open all the doors, driving me around the city.

He asked me to come back to his place, to watch some sketch comedy, which I had it set in my mind not too, but did anyways. 

I stayed there playing with his cute puggle (actually dog! dirty minded people!). He put on one of the bond movies and we relaxed on the couch. I stayed for about an hour before I mentioned that I should be going, I was feeling a little sleepy. He wanted to change before we left, and put on a collar t-shirt and some jeans. If possible, he looked better than he had all dressed up.

We joked and laughed the whole way home, he put on the new chilli peppers album and I felt overwhelming happy that a man was introducing me to some new music, by an artist I love.

When we got to my corner he pulled over and I was very relaxed getting out of the car. I gave Mr. Impeccable a big hug and thanked him for the night. He watched me until I got into my building before driving away.

Once I entered my apartment I wondered… Had it been a date? There was no goodnight kiss... but did there need to be one? I felt giddy and high when I thought about the evening and I have a smile that is not going anywhere soon.

He sent me a text when he got in.

Hi babes. Had a great time with you. Let's do that again soon. :)

Have a great night. Muah

I starting giggling before I even read it, happy to know he had such a great time too.