I decided to stick with a theme- Mexican- and suggested a few restaurants with a variety of different price ranges. He actually said he loved Mexican and had another place in mind that he thought I would like. We met up for street style tacos and Mexican grilled corn on the cob. It was delicious (and he was quite a gentleman, and did pay). Also, he ordered for me, which no one has ever done before. He had asked what I wanted, and then when the waiter came he placed the order for both of us, and then asked what I wanted to drink. He had just come back from a weekend long party with some friends from college, so he didn't want anything alcoholic. I ordered a margarita for myself.
The conversation flowed a little bit more, and I found myself thinking he was much cuter than the first time we had met. He is quieter then the men I tend to date, but he seems worth getting to know. After dinner he suggested a game of pool, so we went and played. He basically killed me in the game, but I ended up winning one because he scratched on the 8 ball. Then he walked me to the train again, and I realized why people drink on dates.
There we were, standing in the middle of the street in New York City with a thousand people around, and I think he wanted to kiss me. And I wanted him to kiss me. Instead, we both awkwardly hugged each other, and I told him I would like to hang out again.
Now I'm totally concerned he's going to think I'm not interested, which is not the case. Seriously though, I didn't want to kiss him in the middle of a thousand people, but I also didn't want to go back to his apartment because I didn't want to take things too quickly.
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