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I thought it was against the rules.
You know, the one where you’re supposed to wait a few days, maybe even a week before the second date.
So when Striker suggested we meet up the next morning for coffee and co-working I thought…
As in, tomorrow tomorrow?
Truth is, I wanted more.
So– I broke them.
Show me whatchu got, Striker! Can you keep Krystal engaged two dates in a row?
Nonchalantly ripping another page out of the rule breaker playbook, I threw on my favorite hightop sneakers and the jeans jacket my mom hates so much.
My brother’s going to kill me when he finds out I wore sneakers.
Of course, Striker would show up in his dapper duds.
Dude, it’s the day before Thanksgiving!
He sat down beside me– the most awkwardly, annoying thing ever– and we both opened our laptops pretending to send important emails, wondering what the next person was going to say.
“Are you good?”
Leave it to me to break the silence.
He smiled. It was time for lunch.
As if to anticipate my discomfort, Striker quickly switched seats, sitting across from me.
We devoured our so-so sandwiches, amazing fries and washed it down with a healthy does of serious date #2 conversation.
* What top three qualities do you want in a man?
* Do you want to be married? How many children?
* Currently dating, married, divorced?
* What are your love languages?
* Toothpaste cap on or off?
Okay, maybe not that last one, but you get the drift.
I was pleasantly surprised by Striker’s “cut to the chase” attitude.
Gotta love a man who knows what he wants.
“Want to go for a walk?”
Not to mention, a man with a plan.
He took care of the bill and– somewhat prematurely–he took my hand.
I went along with it because this was a gesture that said, “I’m listening.”
Physical touch, I told him earlier, was second only to acts of service when it comes to my love language.
We walked over the bridge onto a baseball field and there it was.
“A park? You mean a real park?”
He smiled. And so did I.
“Swings first, right?”
“Swings it is.”