stunted reloaded

remember stunted? after a month and a half or so of no contact, he writes to me saying "so i'm lame and should have asked you about that second date." my friends erin and kristen look at his photo and encourage me to go on a second date. we meet up at one of my favorite local bars for a couple of beers. i'm having a week from hell with work and i'm a bit on the tired side from drinking each night of that particular week. luckily he's in the same boat.

i discover he reads much smarter books than i do generally, though we do have a few here and there in common. we have some music, some movie tastes in common. he's has a bit of 'angry little man' side to him, and i'm not sure that i really need that in my life. fact is, i have enough of that myself (well, not the MAN part) and i probably don't need anyone to contribute more. he also has road rage (which my friend erica will say i REALLY don't need more of). the date goes fine, neither great nor terrible. [is this blah feeling just going to keep popping its head up on every date?] he goes in for the kiss at the end of the date, which is surprisingly well-executed. but i still don't feel it in my toes, and dammit, that's what i'm waiting for. when he hints that he's up for more, i put him off for another date, claiming exhaustion. the truth is, i want to sleep in on saturday, and i want my bed to myself. for the same reason, i won't be calling freeloader for a booty call when i get home.