Bachelor #2...actually, was really interesting.
He lives on the marina with a rented apartment, no big deal as rented places go. It's intensely tidy - almost scarily so. He has a glorious view of the marina and Los Angeles airport from his upstairs office, and I know I'd get absolutely nothing done if that was my office. He is on his second career, having been a commercial pilot for 20ish years, and now develops software (I think) and is in the process of hiring his replacement so he can travel some more.
He greeted me with a chaste hug (huge brownie points, but of course I was still at my car and able to flee should the need arise...). We put together a salad, singing old Joan Baez songs (bad...but at least I knew the words...mostly....). We packed up a dinner basket with cold chicken, the salad, plates and utensils, and a bottle of wine (I'm not into wine too much, but he didn't know that). We went out to his boat, a 32 foot sail boat that he is renovating and is not waterworthy at the moment. He let me on the boat, and showed me all his things he'd done - he was like a child showing off his toys, you know? It was cute, and endearing. He then realized he had forgotten the corkscrew, and left me alone on the boat as he went back and got it.
While on the boat, I noticed several things...he is insanely tidy, which is exactly opposite of me. His clutter is tidy, you know? Yikes...I also noticed how noisy a marina can be, what with the ducks paddling around, the fish splashing, and the diver surfacing, removing his mask, saying hello, and then diving down again. Scared me brainless, I must say. I also noticed that security is very tight there - I was asked what I was doing, why I was doing it on his boat, and how I got in. Doing my best to charm the security guy, he walked me up the ramp...at which point my date appeared (oh thank God!!) and let security know I was his guest...
We piled into his row boat - which isn't a rowboat, exactly, but a motor boat dinghy thing - and the balance was horrible. So there I sit, water seeping down the back of my jeans, watching this man row...and of course decided to sing..."Michael row your boat ashore," what else? LOL. We talked, and talked, and talked...it seems the tide was going the other way, and we were rowing against it. He's breaking out in a sweat, and looking at me....
"Um, Michele, sorry this is taking so long...I'm not used to rowing a person with me...does that sound awkward?" Sure enough, he'd pegged it - it was awkward. I was left feeling like it was my big bottom (which is rather large, as I am a larger person - no 100 pound lady here....) that was delaying our progress, and actually was offended somewhat. But what am I going to do? Go swim? Too bad, you weenie, row that boat already was what I thought, but didn't say. I just grinned, and told him I'd row. No go.
Finally we reach the middle of the marina, and sit there, looking at the sunset, wet pants and soggy shoes...and we pull out dinner. I must admit, it was a romantic idea, but hey, I've got a large bottom...so no romance yet. And not likely. We did watch the sunset drinking a glass of wine, and then ate dinner...and now it's blackdark, and the stars are coming out, he's had a drink or two, I've had a drink or two, and we start talking. Real, honest, life talking...not makeshift conversation, but real, true, honest stuff. I told him "well, I know this one's blown all to hell, so I'm going to smoke..." and lit a cigarette. He looked at me, and said "why do you think this date's been blown?" and I explained I realized I was larger than he expected, and so I understand that there was not going to be anything here. At which point, he reached over, picked up my hand, apologized for making me feel badly, and kissed me.
And it was a nice, sweet, chaste kiss, too....very appropriate, and gentle...
So it's time to row back, in the dark...when, just as we were re-entering the berth area, he said "oh. Wait!" Which, of course, had me looking around for whatever it was he forgot...and getting ready to bail out and swim if he pulled something...when he leaned over the side of the boat, and started barking and harrrrruuuuuuuuhhhhhing.
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked him politely. He shook his finger at me, and leaned closer to the water. Now, either this guy is having a seizure, vomiting, or he's coughing. Thinking he's coughing, I pound him on the back, nearly sending him over the side.
"What are you doing, Michele? Don't you like seals?"
"Is that your imitation of a seal??? Oh, I see. Cute..." I'm thinking despite the conversation, and despite the kiss, I kinda really badly want to get back to shore, and get into my car and get home....
And so he continues, barking and harrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuughing. I'm doing my best to act nonchalantly, and then, then the surface of the quiet black bay ripples. Up pops a seal's head not 5 feet from the side of the boat, and looks at us calmly. I ohhhhh and ahhhhhhh, like any grown woman, and my date laughs.
"I was calling a seal for you. He'll follow us in if I keep barking," he says...and so he rows back, barking and being followed by this sweet seal. I am watching the seal, watching my date smiling, and watching the moon rise...and suddenly I don't want to go home just yet.
We get back to the slip, and the seal flaps and pops around us...I'm out of the rowboat, and now he is, too, and the seal comes up onto the slip's side, and barks at my date. My date barks back, looks at me, smiles...and then gives me another kiss...
(Some stuf omitted....but not what you all will think...not that, not yet. And maybe never..)
As he walks me back to my car, he looks at me and says "I know you want a long term relationship, but I just want to be friends..."
So yes, I had a wonderful time, he seemed to have a wonderful time, I saw a seal, went rowing on the marina at night with a darling man, and it's not likely to go anywhere.
He's sent me an email, and called me today...just to say hi.
I'm not taking my profile down, and I'm not going to get my hopes up, but he's a nice man I wouldn't mind seeing again.