Celebrating the moment: a nice first date

A month ago I emailed Sam on OKCupid because I really liked his photos and profile. He seemed kind and had passion for his work in medicine. After a few back-and-forth messages, we agreed that I would call him the next day. I did and left a message. Never heard back.

This week Sam contacted me. By his message, I could tell that he did not remember that we had already communicated and the voice mail was in his court. I was still interested but reminded him of our initial contact. Sam did not retreat in his interest.

Impetuous, he asked to meet out the night he contacted me. I was tired. The next night I was out, dressed to kill and emailed Sam an invitation to meet me out. He was tired. He asked if we could go out Friday.

By Friday afternoon, both of us were spent from a long week of work, but we had our first phone conversation. The two-hour conversation intrigued me out of my yawns. Sam asked me to come over and watch a movie. I declined explaining that no amount of messages, conversations and sharing photos of ourselves can replace in-person chemistry. I suggested some place neutral. We decided to go for sushi. He offered to pick me up, and I accepted.

As it got closer to the time he was to arrive, I began to slightly panic. Why did I accept a ride from someone I do not know? I began to use my Google prowess: first name*, city, employment. BINGO! There he was: headshot, job title, credentials, even a co-worker he mentioned.

The drought-breaking drizzle that escorted me from my condo to his car felt as refreshing as his appearance being even better than his pictures. Conversation never ceased as he opened doors, walked beside me and grabbed for the check without hesitation.

The restaurant was closing. The drizzle turned into rain. Sam drove me home and offered to come in to see my condo. Another time, I replied.

Throughout the night I found it easy to compliment: he smelled great, I liked his smile and upon goodbyes, I asked if I may kiss him on the cheek. He asked, “The cheek?” I responded by going from the cheek to the lips. Soft lips.

Sam has texted since what I considered to be the perfect first date: short and sweet. However, Sam’s premature invitations are to be noted. Will there be a second date? Only time will tell.

*Sam’s real name is unique