After a decent movie, ELECTION DATE [sparkly-eyed co-worker/date for election night] and I went to the Mexican place across the street for dinner, where the conversation flowed and the silences never felt awkward. There were no overblown stories about his life to make him seem interesting, and yet not a lot of self-deprecation either. Just the facts, eloquently spoken. He mentioned school, and I asked if he was a writer, but it turns out he majored in eastern religion, which explained his easy nature on the spot.
*A side note: Of all my ‘moves,’ I’ve found toe-tapping to be the best indicator of whether someone wants to make out. I tap my toe onto their toe, and then just look at them. No winking or smiling. I just wait for the kiss. Go ahead and try it.
Speaking of moves, I tapped ELECTION DATE’s toe, and this sweet, shy guy in a dirty sweatshirt instantly put his big hands on my back and firmly pulled me in, shifted me to one side into half-dip, and gave me hottest, sweetest second kiss ever.
