3 Dates in 24 Hours! or How Much of a Fucking Extremist Am I?

I had quite an adventure on my date with Doc Harley last night; and was so freakin fun!

We met at the theatre to see another one of the evenings of Alphabet City, and went outside so that he could eat his falafel sandwhich, which he proceeded to scarf down faster than the speed of light. He also spilled half of it on his shirt, which I can't really fault him for, as I tend to do the same thing with my food. The interesting thing, and I guess this is part of what fascinates me about him, is that he didn't seem to give a shit at all. It was the same story when we got into the theatre and he put his legs over the empty seat in front of him; that's how he was comfortable, so that's how he was going to sit. While the talking in between pieces of the show was a little too much, and I had to punch him in the arm, I really kind of respect the fact that he's totally no holds barred. He doesn't profess to be anything other than exactly what he is, and feels no need to apologize for it. Its kind of the "If you don't like it, fuck you" mentality, that I wish I had more of myself.

After the show is when the real fun began. He asked if I'd be uncomfortable riding on the bike in my dress (being that you're straddling a giant machine and all...in a short dress), to which I responded a resounding "Fuck No!" Then he asked if I liked Italian food, because he knew of a little place we could go to. So on the bike we climbed, and off we went.

This is when I discovered something I never knew about myself; motorcycles turn me on. A lot. Bikes are sexy. Bikes are so incredibly hot.

Bikes are really really really fun when combined with certain piercings too.

But I digress. Did I mention bikes were sexy?

I felt like I was flying and seeing things as I'd never seen them before. We drove down FDR drive, all the way downtown to Battery Park, taking in what was the most spectacular 360 degree view of my wonderful city. It was literally breathtaking.

We ended up in some neighborhood somewhere in the middle of Brooklyn - I have no idea where we were - at this really nice Italian restaurant (whose inhabitants I promptly flashed while getting off the bike). The food was great and the conversation odd, to say the least; Doc Harley is a virtual font of random odd and sometimes slightly disturbing bits of information. The conversation ranged from the cloning of beef cells using the same technique as skin grafting, to how the Brooklyn bridge was built and the single worst death count disaster in New York's history. While my brain was reeling, at least I wasn't bored.

We then went to this outdoor park right across the Brooklyn Bridge, which provides an excellent view of the Manhattan skyline, where we cuddled and talked and made out like horny teenagers on prom night. We stayed for a while on our little bench, and at one point I was sort of stretched out with my head in his lap, he was uncharacteristically silent for a moment, and he was stroking my head and it was just this lovely little moment of simplicity and happiness - one of those timeless and placeless moments.

We went back to his place, had a little whiskey, made out some more, and I refused to spend the night. I told him I had promised my therapist that I wouldn't, which is true but also pretty funny in my opinion. This man, probably in his 40's, was such a little kid at times and was like pouting about me not spending the night. He said "We don't have to do anything!"...ummm, yeah, what guy ever says that and means it?

He's leaving today for a camping (yes, camping! wow!) trip across Nova Scotia on his bike, but we made plans to go on a 4 day camping trip to the Adirondaks in mid September. It was odd - he moves fast like that, talking as if we're like already a couple, and we've really only just met. Then again, that's kind of his personality I guess. I just have to keep telling myself that its okay to go at whatever pace I'm comfortable with and not be influenced by his.

He did take me out to a very nice restaurant for lunch today, after my appointment with my lawyer, The Godfather of Civil Liberties. It was kind of nice to play hooky and get treated like a princess all at once.

But I'm not jumping into anything, despite the fact that he had his friend take a picture of us together for me to have while he's gone (ummm, hello? 2nd date, buddy, not marriage!) and said he'd call from the road. I told him "Look, I just met you Doc! I've lived just fine up to this point despite not knowing you, and we're still getting to know eachother; I think I'll be okay on my own for 10 days - you don't need to call me." I'm sure he will. He's pre-sex smitten - that is to say the condition wherein someone is overly into another person, primarily because they have yet to and are dying to get down their pants.

I made a promise to my therapist.

Besides, I don't want to jump the gun here, because I also have a date tonight with Composer Boy...heretofore Mr. Compositionally Maxed, renamed as such due to one of the truly endearing things about him being that when he was a little boy he had his room painted like the book Where the Wild Things Are, which is one of my favorite alltime children's books. I'm incredibly excited about this guy and about our date as we just seem to click conversationally, and share the same wacky sense of humor. The other night I was talking to him on the phone, and he was telling me this story about how a donkey in Poland almost bit his nipple off, and he invented a random weird word: uninipocular. I love inventing weird words. I love people who make up their own vocabulary when the existing one just doesn't suffice. Tonight when he called, I was at the SDJ (well, I still am) and was whispering because I was on the cell phone at the SDJ (a crime akin to the rape and pillage of an entire village, you understand); Mr. Compositionally Maxed started whispering too, and we went off on this whole secret agent tangent wherein even directions to where we are meeting became a part of the game.

So this is weird. I go from one emotionally unavailable unpromising year and a half long misadventure of hurt to two viable options. Two! What the hell! So far I like them both. Why the idea of liking and casually dating two different men sends me into a panic, I have no idea. Shouldn't I be able to do this and really take my time learning who these boys are? Aren't I entitled to that as long as I'm honest about it?

I suppose its really quite premature to be asking these questions anyway, its just I'm feeling oddly guilty. I guess I've never really done this before - I mean dated more than one person where I was actually genuinely interested in both. Most other situations involved sexual usury on at least one, if not both, parties' sides.

Umm, so I'm off to my 3rd date in 24 hours...wow, if you just started reading this blog you probably think I'm quite the little hussy, but I'm not. Well, sort of not. Oh damnit, after all the Mr. EU self torture I suffered, I freakin deserve this!