Things were looking pretty good after my second date with Diver Friday night.  We got along easily in conversation, and certainly had plenty of physical chemistry.  We had a long makeout session not watching a movie, and while he respected my wishes about staying clothed, he pushed the boundaries enough and we spent a large enough proportion of our time together making out that I wasn't yet entirely convinced that he was interested in me for anything more than getting laid.  But to be frank, my sex life is kind of slow at the moment, so even if it didn't turn into something serious, I wouldn't mind finding someone to pass the time with ;)  

But while he flirted at things we might do together in the future of an intimate nature (indicating a desire to keep seeing one another), when I asked if he still wanted me to go skydiving with him on the next Friday (my birthday), his response was... less than unenthusiastic.  He said "Sure, if you want to."  And then he went on about how he'd have to get the information to the dive school to me so I could call and make an appointment and see if they even still had any slots open for a first time jumper at the same time as him and and and...  a whole bunch of discouragements.

What the hell?  He'd invited me, unsolicited, to go with him, twice.  Finally, I agreed.  Now I was getting the impression he didn't really want me to go.  I didn't press it, but thinking about it later, decided to ask him about it the next time I saw him online, to clear the air, give him an out if he didn't want to go skydiving together, and to determine whether I should start planning for this to actually happen or not.

Late Saturday night, as I was battling a bout of insomnia around 3am, he IM'd me.  Drunk.  The conversation that ensued and the followup conversation today, well...  you'll just have to see for yourself.

I had my 2nd date with Diver last night.  The morning after our first date, he flew off to visit his sister for a week.  We talked of getting together after he got back, but I figured it would be sometime during the week at the earliest, since he had mentioned that after he got back from his trip on Friday, he'd have to go into the office in the middle of the night (to do work that needed to be done when customers weren't using the network to avoid interruption of service).  I figured by the time we caught up with one another and made some plans, it would be mid-week.  

But, he got in touch while he was out of town, and said he'd love to see me Friday evening after he returned from his trip but before he had to go to work.  He invited me to come over to his place to watch a movie.  I agreed, after making sure he was crystal clear that my agreeing to come to his place did not mean I was going to have sex with him.  We had, by this point, had several very flirtatious conversations that began with him lamenting not kissing me goodnight on our first date and quickly diverted into not only how he'd make up for that lost opportunity but the fun that lay beyond.  When we got too far down that path, I sugested that we needed to walk before we could run, and how about we tackle that first kiss before we dive into talk of sex.

Truth is, after recent experience, I figured there was a very real possibility that despite his cuteness and flirtatiousness, he'd be a terrible kisser, and I wouldn't WANT to explore the fun that lay behind with him.

 

A few days ago I met a guy online who I'll call Diver, and as we chatted about the upcoming weekend, he mentioned he was going skydiving (hence the moniker).  I said that I'd been wanting to try skydiving for years, but had sort of been waiting for someone else to be recruiting friends for a trip they were planning rather than taking the initiative to plan it on my own.   

So he invited me to join him.  As tempting as it was, I thought perhaps jumping out of a perfectly good plane with someone I'd never met before seemed like inadvisable first date material, and told him as much.  I chatted with Diver again late this evening, and he was telling me about how the skydiving trip this weekend had gone.  I confessed to being a little jealous, and he said he's going again in 2 weeks and invited me to go with him then.  When he told me the specific day the trip was planned, I thought to myself - this is has got to be a sign - he's going skydiving again on my birthday!  I like to do something unusual on my birthdays, and as of yet, I have no plans (or ideas) for anything interesting to do on my birthday this year.  Celebrating by getting up early in the morning and jumping out of a plane, well that would certainly make for a memorable birthday!  

So I suggested that perhaps we aught to make some plans to meet between now and then, and if we hit it off enough to want to see each other again, maybe we could go skydiving together.  Diver thought that sounded great, but said meeting would be complicated by the fact that he was going to the airport in the morning to visit with family for a week.  We mused upon meeting when he got back, but ended up deciding on the spur of the momet to meet in about an hour at a nearby diner for a piece of pie.