Two

Two I wasn’t so sure about at first, if I’m honest.

He was almost, too pretty.

He didn’t quite seem real.

All his pictures were from him at a gala or kind of far away.

I didn’t quite trust him for all his suave style and attractiveness.

But there was just this feeling, a little pull I couldn’t ignore about him.

I loved his caramel skin and perfectly quaffed hair.

I loved how he smiled with his whole face, and heart.

His eyes caught my gaze and I just couldn’t seem to look away.

They sparkled like the night sky.

So I liked him…

And we started talking.

Two was deep, genuine, but still kind of guarded.

And also, his profile was way more kinky than I’m normally comfortable with.

As we messaged, he shared he’s very sex-forward.

What did that mean I asked?

He said if things don’t progress physically fairly quickly he can tend to feel platonically about someone.

It made me nervous.

I’m taking things a bit on the slower side, I said.

I’m still new to this and I need to pace myself.

But also, I told him I found him interesting and sexy and still wanted to meet him, if he was up for it.

He was.

I went into our date with rather minimal expectations, not really thinking we were going to align.

I looked at it as a chance to be brave and practice going on a date with someone other than One.

Two lives an hour away from me, so we met in the middle at a restaurant we’d both been to and liked.

He was a bit late, and arrived kind of flustered and seemingly rather unexcited at meeting me.

We chatted casually for a moment and he said he was coming from a meeting with an executive coach.

He’d recently been diagnosed with ADHD.

I have ADHD, I exclaimed!

And we were off and running.

He wanted to bring our food to a park and eat there, which made me a little uneasy because we’d have to drive.

Should I get into a car with him?

After all, I’d literally just met this person.

What did it mean that he wanted to change up the plan?

But something in me trusted him already, and I agreed as long as I drove.

We found a tree with a horizontal branch and stopped to sit.

We couldn’t stop talking.

There was so much chemistry in our conversation, our brains were just ping ponging connecting thoughts.

I felt adrenaline just being near Two, like if we touched I’d get shocked from the electricity inside me.

We basically told each other our life stories, but the spiritual versions.

At some point we paused the constant stream of words and I asked him.

How was he feeling about me?

Was he feeling platonic or romantic about me?

Stimulated, he said at first.

I’m really stimulated in a good way.

Two liked talking to me, he continued.

And he was very attracted to me.

I felt my cheeks get hot when he said that.

And excitement began to build in my chest.

I told him I thought he was lovely, and loved talking to him, and wanted to kiss him.

I’d been shivering because I left my jacket up on the bench by the walking path.

He said he wanted to kiss me too, but didn’t want me to be shivering the first time we kissed.

I thought that was sweet.

We got my jacket and our food (which we hadn’t touched because of all the talking) and I started to walk back down the path to the car.

How about here? He asked.

Would this be a good place for a kiss?

It was amazing.

Our lips moved like they’d met in a past life.

Electric sparks flew up my spine and his hands grasping me quickly followed them.

I held his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, his head.

Pressing him closer to me.

When I finally pulled away I felt like I’d traveled somewhere else briefly, and had to reorient.

The look on his pretty face showed me Two had felt it too.

Yummy, he said through a bashful grin.

We walked back to my car and I asked if he wanted to make out.

We couldn’t stop.

The afternoon light turned into darkness and still I couldn’t stop kissing him.

We moved to the back seat, and at one point I got so thirsty I reached over to the car seat, to grab my son’s water bottle.

What even is my LIFE?! I thought to myself.

It was hard to maneuver at times but we managed to have some pretty sensual intimacy back there.

Two is my first uncircumcised lover.

It was a whole new world, and it was beautiful.

We didn’t have sex, my husband and I have a boundary about that on a first date.

I’m glad for that limit, but I definitely wanted to do anything and everything with Two in that moment.

As I drove him back to his car, he asked if it was ok if he gently stroked my leg.

I said sure aloud but in my mind I screamed YES PLEASE.

He smiled so sexily as he said goodnight, if I wasn’t sitting already my knees would’ve gone weak.

As I drove home I felt brave, exhilarated, alive.

Before I went to bed I checked my phone.

Amazing date! Two had texted.

Looking forward to the next time.

And I knew then, he was going to be different than One.

Two- you make me feel braver, ready and excited to grow and explore my self, especially my sexuality.

You bring me right to my edge and invite me in, saying the water’s fine.

I am never tired of hearing what’s inside your mind and heart.

And I know there’s so much I still have yet to hear.

I can’t wait to keep exploring with you.

Thank you for being the best, most epic second date.