The Police and Our First Date

Super Cute Jazz Guy and I had a MARATHON date today. It was the marathon date to end all dates. It was 9 hours long. I am not kidding. It was three times the length of the average first date. And it involved wearing a bikini. And the police. But I am getting ahead of myself...

I met Super Cute Jazz Guy at his apartment at 1pm, bearing a bevvy of snacks and a 6-pack of beer. He immediately asked if I'd be interested in having dinner with our mutual friends around 7 or 8 (so I knew it was going to be a long one from the start!) I acquiesed, though inside I had a brief moment of "Holy fuck, what are we possibly going to talk about for 6 hours?!?" But I did not need to fear, as Super Cute Jazz Guy is an excellent conversationalist, an interesting person, and an all-around good guy. We were in the middle of a profound (and very interesting) conversation, and I was *totally* feelin' him when...the cops busted us for our beer (one each, by the way.) We got off with a citation instead of a misdemeanor, which is a good thing, but still...our first date involved THE POLICE (and I ain't talkin' about the band.) Where does one go from there?

Apparently, one goes back to shower (separately) at his place, and to dinner with said mutual friends...and while it was fun, I was so tired and sunburned by that point that I uncharacteristically petered out. I probably should have called it a night after the beach, but I had agreed to the plan 6 hours earlier so...onward I soldiered. Afterward, he drove me back to where my car was parked while we listened to jazz standards. I was completely and totally blissed out. Very, very happy. I mean--he's adorable (those intense blue eyes) and thoughtful and kind...and I could spend just about every moment of my day sitting with him and listening to the most romantic music in the world. I really wanted him to kiss me.

But it came time to say good-night, and he didn't. He hugged me and we parted ways. I'm a little afraid this means that he's just not that into me...but I suppose only time will tell. And as I keep telling myself, this whole 3-man plan will work itself out through self-selection...if one of them is my guy, he will find a way to stick around. And hopefully, eventually, kiss me good-night.