Date #2 With Jacob #2

Our second date started out with burgers and delicious a stout. Note that we had ONE beer each, a rare occurrence on a date… one I could get used to. Why do most guys push three and four drinks on the first date, when really one is just enough to cut the nerves?

Like our bacon and mushroom topped BBQ burgers, conversation over dinner was anything but light. We got into religion, spirituality, upbringing, and the future. There wasn’t too much over-sharing, but just general agreement on certain topics. At one point he said that the driving force in his life was family and I agreed that it was an important part of mine as well, since I see family members multiple times a week. He stopped me and said, “No. I mean my future family. I’ve found a job I’d like to stay in forever, one that can support a future family, and I think about that all the time. It’s really important to me to create and care for a healthy family later on life.”

HOLD. THE. PHONE. Am I on a date with a guy actually looking to start a family? All the other guys I’ve ever dated run at the mere idea of settling down for three months at a time. This guy brings up a future family on a second date? It can’t be true.  He must have some incredibly giant flaw I have yet to discover.

After dinner, I vetoed his suggestion to walk a mile for ice cream in the ten degree weather. Instead, we went to my place (with my roommate home, which was good) for a sexy game of scrabble, something we had discussed on both of our dates.  At one point, I was deciding what million-point word to play and said, “Sorry I am taking so long to figure this one out!”

Instead of telling me to hurry up (which I expected), he said, “Take as long as you want.  I just like spending time with you.”  I smiled, consciously trying to stop myself from blushing.

At the end of the game (I KILLED him by the way), he headed home.  I walked him out to his car, at which point he realized that he forgot his scarf in my living room.  As we turned to head back up to my apartment, he kissed me and told me how much fun he had. I called him out on leaving his scarf upstairs on purpose.  He just said, “Well, I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye,” and kissed me again.

Since When is Britney Not Classy?

Does any one else find that they generally are dating two guys with the same name at the same time?  I feel like this always happens to me!  I dated at least three Stevens last summer, and was hanging out with two Matts at the same time in August.  Anyway, this was another Jacob.  Texting this weekend has been fun because it’s just been lots of Jacob-texts.  It takes me a minute to figure out which Jacob is which though, because I don’t know either of their last names yet.  Oops.

The date with this Jacob was really fun.  He turned out not to be a psychopath (yeay)!  He was shockingly normal, unlike what I’m used to from online dating.  He has a lot of cool interests and really loves his job.  A complete nerd, he challenged me to Scrabble, and I fully intend to win.  He could comment on the local library’s layout, which is a huge turn-on for me (I’m a complete nerd too, clearly).  He’s also very close to his family and showed me pictures of his cousins and siblings.

After a fair amount of witty banter and chit chat, he said he thought I was classy.  I tried to warn him I wasn’t, and encouraged him not to project ideas of what he was looking for on me until he got to know me. I’m not the classiest woman.  He insisted I was…

So classy.

…until ten minutes later when I admitted to leaving my iPhone at a Britney spears concert. He asked when this concert was (and clearly assumed it was in the 90s).  Upon admitting it to be last summer, he stated that my classiness had dropped from a 10 to a 2. Then, I confessed to being obsessed with Ke$ha.  Seeing her and LMFAO last summer was one of the best days of my life.  Apparently, he likes LMFAO and said that since they were there too, I was up to a 4 in class.  Pretty high I think.

At the end of the night, Jacob walked me to my car, respectfully hugged me, and asked for a second date.  I stopped to ask if he was really interested in a Britney Spears and Ke$ha fan.  He just said, “I’ll give you a second chance.”  I like it.  I also liked that he didn’t try to kiss me goodnight on the first date.  Even though I kind of wanted to, it makes the build up for date two even more exciting.

His last text that night read, “Goodnight, classy lady”.  Love it.