I spoke with the new new man this afternoon — while A was here. I received a cute voicemail from him and we chatted for a bit.
He opted out of my gift idea. He actually went to Saks to look for something and then, being in an unrelated bad mood, couldn’t find anything he liked . . . or justify getting something I could easily get here. So, I kind of failed the test, but we both passed, of course, by enhancing our understanding of how the other thinks. It’s fascinating. I told him something that could have been simple or extravagant. When I mentioned to him that he could have gone in another way, he corrected me that he actually couldn’t. Good man.
I have no idea if he will bring me anything at all. All I really wanted was to see him tomorrow, which I will.
He flies back in the morning and I will see him late afternoon/early evening. He asked if we could do something low-key, since he is exhausted. I happily agreed because I have been ill all week.
Our first date was the best first date ever. Our second date might be us falling asleep on the sofa while watching football.