I had a great date and....might be white trash

Last night, I went out with Mr. Man.  We met at a small pub that was semi-crowded and we talked and talked.  He's a native Charlottean (big points), is handy and can build things (love this), drives a truck (yes, I'm shallow but I love a big truck), and can carry on an intelligent conversation.  He lived in San Fran for a while and decided to come home because he missed his family and good old fashioned Southern hospitality.  This strikes a serious chord with me.  It is so nice to not have to explain why NC is wonderful and why I love it here.  It's also super to not be considered a hick and backward for feeling that way.

Part of what made the conversation interesting was that he was interesting.  His life has definitely not been a linear, ordinary series of steps.  There have been several curve balls thrown into the mix.  He didn't go to college right after high school and in the process got a girl pregnant.  So, he has a 15 year old son.  He played pro-racquetball and that led to a full ride at college to play.  Unfortunately, a serious injury cut that short which led him to San Fran.  When he moved back to the South, he moved to Myrtle Beach and ended up getting married.  That ended in divorce when they moved back to Charlotte.  He and his father have been running a remodeling company (hence, the ability to build/make things) and during that started a vineyard.  He's entrepreneurial.  This is so hot!

It probably doesn't sound terribly fascinating to read the run down, but during the date, there were stories interspersed within the facts.  And I am a sucker for a story.  Everyone that I've dated has been a story teller and not the lying kind.  I've enjoyed listening to people spin tales for as long as I can remember.  When I was a kid, I used to make my mom tell me over and over the story of my old dad, her, and I road tripping it to Maine and camping along the way.  I was 9 months old during this adventure.  We slept in campgrounds in our bright orange International Scout.  After the first night of me taking over the "bed" in the back.  They arranged a pallet for me in the front seat.  One night, my mom got sick and was running to bathroom; my dad got up to check on me and I was gone...he screamed for my mom but there was more pressing matters for her.  However, he could hear me crying.  After searching, he found me lodged under the brake and the clutch in the driver floorboard.  I still make my mom tell me this story to this day.  Random side note...sorry...

Back to the date, he walked me to my car and we kissed.  Then, the kissing got a little heavier; then, I was up against the car making out.  I was parked next to the service elevator exit...so several times there were people that popped out and got a full view of us making out against the car.  We got a few comments and snickers.  Here comes even more white trash....he gets into the car and well, it was high school all over again.  PG make out was on full force in the car and it was great!  I'll spare you the details but we went to 2nd base.  Not classy and probably a guarantee I won't get a 2nd date, but it was fun.  At least, I didn't go all the way in the car!

The really great part was I felt like I got my mojo back.  I've previously talked about losing it in As I Approach 30. Yes, I've "gotten some" since I wrote that, but there's just something about making out like a horny teenager that felt awesome.  So we'll see if my faux pas means I don't get a second date or not...

On another note,  isn't there something ironic about him having a 15 year old and then him making out in a car like a 15 year old...that gave me a giggle...