It Goes To Show You Never Can Tell

So there's a new guy on the scene.

I met him properly a few weeks ago at the Halloween party, and we've been on 2 dates since - I'm still getting to grips with the 'dating' thing. Anyway, I like him. Quite a bit, actually. It's all been pretty easy with him, in a good way - no Rocket Boy esque mind games, no Darcy esque pretending, just two people spending some time together getting to know each other. And chatting a lot about music. It did occur to me actually at Halloween, that I had promised myself I would stop talking to cute boys about music, because it gets me into trouble. But this one ain't trouble.

We went on our first date last week, which was perfect - just went to a local bar and chatted all night about, well mainly about music and London and how important/amazing they are. He was the perfect gentleman, paid for everything, opened doors for me, but not in a show-off or try-hard way, just because he's nice like that. It was a little awkward at first, in a sweet first-date way, but once we got to chatting he impressed me by being so easy to be with, and I impressed him by proclaiming my preference for analog sound over digital. I'm not sure how that came about, but we were talking about vinyl and Stevie Wonder's Superstition and Pulp Fiction, both the film and the soundtrack, and much nerding out about sound later (he's a dj and sound technician, and may just love music more than I do - and he has the bollocks to actually persue it properly) I found myself slightly tipsy, sitting at the table listening to him talk, and wanting to just grab him and kiss him. But he was mid-sentence so that would have been rude (though as Charolastra No.1 pointed out, I'm sure he wouldn't have minded).

We were in this cocktail bar opposite my flat, and as he went up to get some drinks, You Never Can Tell by Chuck Berry came on. When he got back, I joked about him missing the perfect opportunity for a very cool first-date Pulp Fiction kiss, to which he agreed but replied he would kiss me anyway, regardless of the song (good answer). I started to launch into a jokey rant about how, as a music man, he should agree that that's the sort of thing that can make or break a good kiss, when Stevie Wonder's Superstition came on. We smiled at each other, knowing that would be the perfect song to kiss to, but we were bothly strangely too shy to make the move. I'm pretty sure talking about kissing on a first date is a sure-fire way to make any kiss-appropriate moment immensely awkward! See, I'm learning about dating..

There's something quite internal about him. He's strong-minded, and quietly ambitious, and it's charmingly unobtrusive.

I'm not sure how sexual he is though. Not that I'm some sort of nymphomaniac, but I'm a pretty tactile person and on some base level I gage my personal relationships with people by how comfortable they are to the touch. And though he is receptive, as in if I go to kiss him he'll kiss back, and when I nestle into him he'll put his arms around me and nestle back, but he hasn't initiated anything. Yesterday I spent the majority of the night in his arms but he never tried to kiss me. And as such, I can't quite gage how attracted to me he is.

But still, this feels like one to look out for..