The second date (with child)
Well, that's two dates with Halle in the space of a week. Again, we were totally comfortable with each other, and got on great. This time, we went bowling. With her daughter.I'll be honest, that last part scared me. I don't usually "do" kids. I'm the guy who physically cringes when I hear kids screaming in public places, even though they're not mine. I'm the guy who can't use public transport without an iPod and some very good noise-isolating earbuds. If there was gonna be a dealbreaker, this would be it. Which, to be totally honest, is the main reason I agreed to it. If there's gonna be a dealbreaker, I want to know about it early on, before I let her into my heart.
I was surprised. At myself more than anything. Her daughter was adorable. A typical 3 year old - full of life, shy unless she wants something, and the sort of smile that makes grannies instinctively reach for the Werthers Original. Not only that, but I was actually able to interact with her. I helped her line up the kiddy ramp for her shot at bowling. I guided her through using the kids 'play-til-you-win-but-you-only-get-a-few-sweets' grabber machine. After bowling, we went back to Halle's place, and I helped her do a jigsaw.
This is a big deal. I don't interact with kids. I mean, at all. Usually, I sit there trying to be inconspicuous, hoping they won't bug me. This girl could have been my own daughter for all anyone could tell - it just seemed to come naturally.
The point I'm trying to make is, the kid wasn't a dealbreaker. We had a great time, and if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time I've come away from a date, having seen no more action than a quick peck on the lips as I'm leaving, and still having had a great night.
Date #3 is on Wednesday. We're meeting up in the day for lunch and shopping, then picking up her daughter from school. At which point, we'll either find something fun to do, or I'll walk them both home.
The only downside so far? Sex. There isn't going to be any while she's living with her parents. See, Halle and her daughter share a bed. This means two things: I can't stay there, because, well, she sleeps with her daughter. Halle can't stay with me because she's not going to have her daughter sleep in a full sized bed unsupervised, even with her own parents in the next room. This means that, if I decide to take this a step further, I'm basically declaring myself chaste until she has her own place with a room for Chastity (that seems an appropriate pseudonym for the daughter)
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