Candyman and I met on Facebook dating, and….let me check….his dating profile is still active. We chatted for a few weeks after mutual ‘likes’, eventually meeting for a movie date to watch the new (and awesome) Candyman. Thus, he gets the name Candyman. See how that works? Good.
Candyman and I had a few dates, notable because a) there were multiple dates, not one and gone, b) he’s extremely closed off and I was lucky to get hugs, and c) he’s formerly Mormon, which is somewhat unavoidable in SLC, but makes for interesting ideals on dating and women in general.
Date one: Candyman movie followed by dinner at the Pie (very tasty pizza chain in the valley). We chatted about true crime and serial killers, very much my style. He did not share much about himself, which is a big red flag for me, but he was conversational and charming. I definitely googled him prior to meeting up, and apart from his job as a PhD student and lecturer, he didn’t share anything that I already knew.
Note: Yes, I will google you before a date. Yes, it’s kinda paranoid. Yes, there are some definite creepers out there whose google searches have made a date…unnecessary. If this seems off-putting to you, well, maybe don’t be a creeper. Then you’re safe. Best of luck.
Date 2: Met up to watch the new Bond movie (also very good), went over to my place afterward and hung out for a few hours. Candyman was much more talkative than Date 1. He hates Utah politics, and is educated on the subject, which is sexy. Talk some dirty gerrymandering to me, boys. We still barely touched, which is unusual for me, but also a green flag,,,I did manage to kiss him on the cheek as we said goodbye, which he later texted as ‘great!’, but nothing more than that.
Date 3: Over to his house, in fucking Provo, for scary movie night. It’s about a 45 minute drive, but I had the Monday holiday, so I didn’t mind going over pretty late in the evening. Green flag: he has 4 cats, all of which hung out on me, him, or the couch between us. He also own a mighty big house for one person, but it beats the hell out of a boy-apartment, messy and disregarded as they can be. We watched a few halloweenish movies, held hands, and I fell asleep on his shoulder. We woke up around 4:30am…and he asked if I’d like to stay. On the couch. Cool and also another green flag. This guy is NOT about the bass. Or if he is, he’s pulling a very long grift. I spent the night on the couch, woke up in the morning, and bid him farewell…I should have offered to go to breakfast, but the puppy needed tending, and, well, priorities.
Date 4 is tonight, I asked him over for movies and dinner. I’m actually going to shower (it’s a weekend and I’m tired so YOU’RE WELCOME, Candyman) and wear something cute but reserved. I get the feeling he hasn’t been formerly mormon (FOMO) for very long. He’s very sweet but his walls are up, and he rarely talks about himself. I asked him about it on date 2, and he said he was ‘pretty boring’. That’s a big red flag to me, too. Pretty boring?
- No one is boring if you get them on the right subject/right situation.
- Sounds like some real skeletons in the closet to me.
- Confidence matters.
- I, for one, am interesting as fuck.
In any case, Date #4, 7pm to Question Mark tonight. I’m pretty confident (see?) about making a tasty dinner…I’m less confident about him opening up, which in my opinion has to happen pretty soon. I’m hoping for the exuberance of Date 2, he really cares about politics and the general shiftiness of politicians in Utah, and I fully agree. However, I’d rather know more about him. I’ve been burned, he’s a mystery, and I have not yet found my footing.
Well, we will see. Wish me luck. And maybe a full on kiss.
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