F*ck

Sooooo

I think it was sealed somewhere in the universe that the minute I said "no more Mark Wanker Darcy" there would, in fact, be more Arsey Darcy. I'm really glad I gave it a second go because he was so much more relaxed and normal this time. I drank half a gallon of cowboy coffee beforehand (because P and I ate a shit-ton of Mexican food at lunch and I swear it was laced with Sominex) so I was probably more jittery at the beginning than Darcy was. When we were sitting at the  bar, an old lady whispered something to him but I have no idea what she said. She seemed to be all in our kool-aid and fed us onion rings (hand to God) so I hope it was something good. I leaned against him in the movie and I think he nearly had a heart attack, LOL. And tonight's fashion was also much more normal and not a fucked up homage to Big Yank 70s wear. He smelled gooder than hell, too. I really wanted to lean in and do the Edward Cullen (where he kisses Bella on the neck). He kept thinking about holding my hand and then chickening out. We got to the end of the date and I am standing there wondering if he's going to go for it and kiss me. Of course not. Oy vey, just do it already. I am so accustomed to dating Daniel Cleaver who roars his car engine and growls at the doorstep that I feel clueless on how to date Arsey Darcy. He may not ask again since he didn't kiss me. I have no clue. Maybe he just needed to go home and put on his reindeer jumper and red snowman tie, LOL.