Nothing Up My Sleeve

Last week I got out of my comfort zone and went on a date. Well, not a date in the traditional sense, where dinner and a movie was involved, but a date in the modern sense that's now called 'hanging out'.

While I was in Richmond I decided to email an old co-worker whom I hadn't talked to in about 6 months. After a few emails of updating each other on work, school and leisure time, he asked if I wanted to get a drink sometime. Getting drinks was common practice for my co-workers, so I didn't think anything of it.

He showed up on time (which was a major plus-I hate tardiness), and two hours later I got the sense that he was ready to go. We walked outside, talked a little more, and when I started to wrap up the night, he opposed. I told him that it wasn't that I wanted to leave, but there really wasn't much to do at midnight on a weeknight. We decided to take a little walk, and midway into it, he invites me back to his place.

Got to his apartment and almost fell in love. His entire living room was filled with overflowing bookshelves (I'll take intelligence over looks any day- but he's also quite the looker). We talked even more until I decided that it was definitely time for me to go. I didn't necessarily want to leave but he has a hell of a commute to work and I didn't want him to regret staying up all night. It was 2 in the morning. He understood my reason for leaving but he also said that he wasn't kicking me out. We ended the night with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Now comes the hard part. I'm a little dense when it comes to reading between the lines, but I'd like to think that he wanted me to stay because he was digging me. Instead of asking him out this time, I sent an email thanking him for a good time and asked him to get me a copy of a book he had at his place. When I saw it I told him that it was a book I wanted, and he offered to get me a copy from his work, but at the time, I declined. I figure, getting the book from him is an in to hanging out again. I know it's a tad bit immature, but I'm a chump. Hopefully my plan will work. If it doesn't, at least I get a book out of the deal.