He took me to a lovely roof deck in Arlington last night- the weather was perfect for drinks and dinner outside. We bonded over a cheese plate and Bell's Oberon (so delicious). Big pro's from last night: he's looked up bands I mentioned I like, he speaks some spanish, he's Catholic-ish, and he owns a passport. Basically, he hits the real must-haves.
Here's my concern though. He's completely this person:
I don't know that being "Arlington" is a terrible thing- but I also don't know that it's a me thing. I ran away from the suburbs a while ago, and I kinda like it. Related: It's also tough to dive deeply into conversation with him. (I think) I'm a good conversationalist, so the fact that I can't get him to hold a back and forth is tough. He's sweet, but vanilla... He's arlington. I can't tell if I'm too used to the sordid weirdness of my other recent "relationships" to appreciate something normal or if this is actually a problem, but either way he wants to hang out again tonight. It seems like that's a little much, but I think he deserves one more shot.
Monster movie night- my territory, we'll see if that helps bring him out of his shell.
