The Awkward Kiss Goodnight

So after my the fiasco with Date #1, you'd think he'd be completely off the radar, right? Erm, not so much. LOL.

I felt truly bad about our first date. I decided that he was SUCH a nice guy, he deserved a second chance. I mean, he was really sweet.

So I agreed to go on a second date. It happened that I had plans afterwards, so I had an exit strategy in the event that things got to be unbearable. Just to be sure, I called a friend and told her I was stopping by her house afterwards, to get a buffer between us and so he wouldn't have to drop me home. (Wasn't ready for him to know where I lived yet).

The date went ok. I was sure that we had no chemistry and was planned to send him an email saying the same. (These unpleasantries are best handled electronically, IMO).

So we pull up to my friend's house. I call her to come open the door. No answer. (I should point out that I'd JUST spoken to her not even 5 minutes before).

I try her again. Still no answer.

"It's ok," I said. "You don't have to wait. I'm sure she's just in the bathroom or something."

"I'm not gonna drive off and leave you on some deserted corner!" was his response.

I tried her a third time. Still no answer.

We're waiting in his car. Then before I had time to formulate a reaction he leans over and kisses me. I recovered just in time to make sure there was no tongue.

I make some random comment about the neighborhood to diffuse the situation, frantically glancing at my phone to see if I'd missed the text from my friend telling me how she'd left me up the creek without a paddle.

Alas, looking away was a bad move on my part; he came in again and pressed his lips to mine. I kept my mouth closed and avoided the tongue.

I had to get out of there. I stealthily pressed the volume button on my phone to turn up the ringer and fake answered it, praying she wouldn't call at that very moment.

"She's on her way down!" I said. "Thanks for a great evening, and we'll talk soon!"

I don't think I've ever exited a car so quickly...not even when, in college, my friend Colin farted and rolled up the windows while I was in the back of a 2-door car and I had to crawl out through the driver's side.

I watched him drive off and wondered how I was going to tell him I wasn't interested after two kisses...