I stared at her in disbelief.
“I’m not going to have sex with some stranger.”
But the second that sentence left my mouth I realized that was exactly what I had done with Chris. I didn’t really know him. Yeah we had talked a little bit, but he wasn’t anyone I could say I knew. I really knew nothing about him. Well, except that he had the body of a Greek god. And speaking of that body…it looked like someone finished their morning run…
Rebecca slowly stood and went to the window. Her mouth was slightly opened as she watched Chris stretching on his lawn. I watched as Rebecca devoured Chris with her eyes. It was clear she was having the same physical response to the man as I was. I doubt there was a woman alive that wouldn’t find Chris attractive. He was movie star pretty and delightful to watch.
“You see what I’m talking about?” I said as I sat back down on the couch.
“Oh yeah, I can see how you gave into that. I’m married and my body is telling me to give this guy a try.”
Rebecca continued to look out the window and watch Chris. She licked her lips several times subconsciously as she watched him out the window. It made me laugh to see her get so excited. She had spent most of her life without too much excitement; she kind of needed a little something interesting to add to her dreams.
“So remind me who this Rob guy was again?” I said as I cringed at the thought of going on a blind date.
“Remember, I work with him. He’s about your age and super nice. You should totally just go out on a date with him. You never know.” Rebecca said as a smile came across her face.
I never did know who Rebecca was going to think was the perfect guy for me. She didn’t seem to have any criteria for choosing these men. Often, simply the fact that they were single was the only thing she looked for.
“Alright. Give him my number. I’ll go out with him. I need to get my mind off Chris.”
Rebecca’s face instantly turned to delight as she looked just like a kid in a candy story. I could tell she really wanted to fix me up with this guy. She ran to her purse and pulled out her phone.
“I’m going to text him your number right now. You are going to love him.”
I raised one eyebrow at her and laughed. She said the same thing about every single guy she tried to match me up with. She always thought I would love them.
“Love. That’s a bit much,” I said.
“Oh, you know what I mean. You will have a great date with him. He’s super nice.”
“You know that’s the second time you’ve said he’s super nice. Does that mean he’s really ugly and you’re trying to distract me from that?”
“No. He’s cute. He is the total package. Just wait. It will be great.”
I took a deep breath and tried to forget about all the previous, perfect, guys that Rebecca had tried to fix me up with. She and her husband certainly meant well, but their idea of perfect and my idea of perfect just weren’t the same thing.
I hugged Rebecca goodbye and promised to keep her in the loop of anything and everything that involved my dating life. There was no turning back now; she was going to want to know all the details of everything about my date.
Only a few minutes after Rebecca left my house, I received a text message from this Rob guy. He sent a picture and a sweet hello message. He was cute with blonde hair and blue eyes. His tan skin made him look like a surfer, although Rebecca said he worked with her at the insurance agency. He seemed too young to be in the insurance field. Although Rebecca was also in that field, she had an old soul and insurance seemed to fit how much she worried about everything all the time.
We made plans to have dinner the following night. He asked to come pick me up for our date and although I initial refused, I finally had to cave into him when he sent me a picture of Fred Flintstones car and said I deserved a ride in that. It made me laugh and I needed a good laugh right about then.
Chapter 14
I felt like an old pro at going on first dates. In the last couple years I had certainly had my fair share of them. Unfortunately, first dates never seemed to correlate into second or third dates for me. Often there just was no chemistry between me and the guy.
Rob and I had a great date though. He was funny and made me laugh. He was very handsome. His surfer boy looks certainly could get the ladies. Unfortunately there just was no chemistry between the two of us. Or at least, I didn’t feel the chemistry. Rob certainly felt fine about the two of us. He spent much of the evening flirtatiously setting his hand on different parts of my body.
When he arrived at my door and walked me out to his car, his hand was on my lower back. When he pulled my chair out for me at the restaurant, he let his hand sit on my shoulder after he pushed my chair in. Then on the drive back to my house he let out a bellowing laugh at one of my jokes and just happened to let his hand land on my thigh as he finished laughing.
I didn’t really mind. He was cute and really funny. I just didn’t feel a passion or spark for him. There was no burning desire to take him to bed and certainly no feeling of lust toward him; even with his hand perched on my thigh I couldn’t feel any excitement. All in all it was a good date though. We got along great and made each other laugh. It was better than most of my other dates and I could see myself actually being friends with this guy. Although, I could not see myself dating him. It would be hard to tell him no if he asked me on a second date though. I’d probably just have to say yes at first and then blow him off after he was gone.
When we pulled up outside my house, Rob jumped up out of his sports car and ran over to open my door. His car was hot and I was really glad he didn’t have an old junk car like he had joked about in the picture he sent earlier. The black Chevy Camaro was a delicious piece of machinery.
His hand quickly went to my lower back as he guided me to my front door.
“I had a great night,” I said as I glanced over to the neighbor’s house.