Last night, after our third date, I drove her home and walked her inside. I told her I’d had a great time and asked if I could kiss her. She giggled and said, “Not yet!” We hugged, and I left. I managed to do all of that like a normal person. The overthinking started later.
Dinner had gone well. We laughed a lot, and I came away feeling like I’d learned more about her, which was nice because we’d already spent a week and a half texting before we even met. In hindsight, I wish I’d saved a few of those conversations for an actual table with food on it.
The first two dates had been fun, too. I hadn’t tried to kiss her on either one, and she was the one who brought up going out a third time. I was glad she did. We’re both 20, and I haven’t dated much, so having her say outright that she wanted to see me again was about as much clarity as I’d had all week.
I meant to ask her over dinner what she was looking for or how she felt about the two of us. Then we got to talking, and I forgot. Naturally, the question came back to me after I’d dropped her off, when I was alone and could phrase it beautifully.
Now it’s the next evening. I still want to see her, and I could send a text saying I had fun. I also know that if I try to squeeze in everything I forgot to ask at dinner, she’s going to need a few minutes just to get to the end of it. Would you text tonight?
