Christmas Spirit

A couple of nights ago, I met this guy in person that I've been conversing with via phone and text. It was a date to be exact. We'd been vibing pretty well and I guess I was taking too long to ask him out properly, so he made a move. I was surprised and a bit pensive about going out to dinner with him honestly. He's 35, 5'10, brown skinned and built like a body builder...short dreds...very attractive...PhD...SHUT THE FUCK UP KENDAL and you know why. Anyway, he's a very nice and caring guy. We've gotten to a point where we talk daily now, so I guess it was time to meet. We had dinner at Outback and it was awesome. He made me laugh the entire time. Our server, Natalie, was a bit sweet on him. So, the running joke is that he was flirting with her all night and ignoring me, which is totally untrue. We're probably going to hit up the movies this weekend but not sure what we're seeing or what time. I'm also supposed to be helping with a Christmas tree or something, but he mentioned wine so that's the only part I'm totally sure about. Fuck that tree! Can we get to the stocking stuffers and unwrapping? Ok, I kid, I kid! There hasn't been any sexual contact and probably won't be. I want to be around for a long time, not just a good time. I did palm his ass like two basketballs when he hugged me good night, though. What? You would have done the same.