I have had a few days to digest my most recent dates with Mr. Z and wanted to share an update on how things have been progressing

Mr. Z and had arrange a Sunday brunch for our first meeting. In usual fashion I arrived late. Not on purpose though, all of the parking was taken and I had to circle the block a few times till a spot opened. I could have parked closer but there is no way you will find me paying 7 bucks to park on a Sunday morning.

When I walked in he greeted me immediately. As a gentleman would he waited for me until sitting. That, or he figured its better safe not to get a table just in case of getting stood up. I prefer to think he was being gentlemanly.

My first impression of him was positive, he looked just like his photo, carried himself well and dressed handsomely casual yet smart. I was aware from his profile that he was a short fella, but seeing him in person made me realize quickly I was about to share brunch with the cutest of sorts…a bone fide pocket bear. For those of you that do not know, the Pocket Bear is the latest micro label being adopted into the international bear lexicon to describe a bearish man that happens to be short.

Sporting a well groomed beard with hints of random salt colored hair and eyes that communicate warmth and intrigue he instantly engaged me and captured my attention. As with all first meetings there is always that certain feeling deep inside that is exciting with shots of trepidation. Within the first few minutes however any feelings of unease were quickly diluted and washed away with humor and laughter.

Our conversation was unending and seemed to flow effortlessly from one interesting topic to another. His eyes were comfortable and effortlessly locked with mine, his smiles were genuine and his laughs were honest. For a first face to face date, this one by far felt the most natural. I’m not sure if it was the obvious mutual attraction or our energies that melded well together. All I knew was this was the start of something.

After brunch, neither of us wanted it to end so Mr. Z invited to take me to his soon to be condo that he is looking to purchase. I left my vehicle behind and rode with him. After visiting his swanky, soon to be pad we made our way over to Cobb Galleria Mall. I had to get my watch battery replaced and we did not want our time together to wind down just yet.

After milling through the mall we finally found a place that could replace the battery in my watch. Since I’m a bit of a watch snob slash whore, I always have to find a specialized tech who can reseal and test my watches. I handed over my aviators watch and was told to return in 45 minutes. Ice Cream and Starbucks anyone! Mr. Z got himself an ice cream cone and I grabbed a nice hot cup of Tazo tea and found a nice lounge area and chatted away. It was idea, safe and fun.

Upon returning to where we started earlier that day, the two of us sat in his car and continued talking about anything just to avoid saying good bye. It was one of those kind of dates where you both just stall the inevitable splitting of ways. As our delaying lead to longer and longer silent intermissions, our eyes caught one another. It was as though our eyes called for each other. I felt frozen and captured by him. He leaned toward me as if in a movie and everything slows, my body gave way as if being pulled by him until our lips met for the first time. There, on a spring Sunday afternoon Mr. Z and I shared a soft and sensual kiss.