Who's on first?

With Friday night plans set and a killer headache from cheap wine Thursday night I decide that maybe it should be a "home date". I hear from Smarty Pants as soon as his plane lands and realize that he is going to be ahead of schedule and have to find something to do to kill an hour before coming to see me. I work until 6 and then have to get home and see the kids off with their dad before he can come to my house. He has no problem with this and stops for a drink or 2 at a place near my house. I see the kids off safely and give him a jingle. He arrives a few minutes later with 2 bottle of wine (barf). We pop the first bottle (thank God it's red since the headache I have is from the white) and get comfy in the living room with some nice music. He's tired from a long day of travel and I'm tired from a long work week (and the bad wine). Staying in is definitely a good choice for both of us. We discuss food and the need to get some. But first, the wine. He's relaxed and easy to talk to. I like this about him. He does the majority of the talking (and I let him). So much of his daily job is giving presentations and talking so this is within his comfort zone. He is much funnier than I am too. Quick witted. It makes me a little jealous since I wish I could come up with the 1 liners as fast as he can. No problem though, he keeps me laughing. We finish the bottle and my headache is surprisingly diminished. I get a little cozy next to him on the couch. He is short. He is chubby. He's nice to snuggle up to. He is, however, not a very good kisser. I was hoping that the kiss goodnight in the car after our last date was not an indication of how he kisses all the time. Unfortunately, it seems that it is. There is a certain level of comfortableness that I feel with Smarty Pants. I am starting to think though that I like him better on the phone when there is no need for physical contact. There he can be and say anything and he keeps me so entertained that the conversations are effortless. In person, maybe, I have to put forth some effort. This can not be good. I need to be "wowed". I like to have butterflies in my stomach. There has to be passion. I am not being wowed. The butterflies have not found me. I am starting to think that there will be no passion. Great. Some wine, some music, some dinner, great company, not a bad Friday night overall. I am okay when he is ready to leave. I head right to bed. I am exhausted and need to work tomorrow. I am also a little bummed because I had heard from Golf earlier in the day that there will be no Saturday night date. His son is leaving for a week in Disney on Monday and he is going to spend the entire weekend with him. I am disappointed but would not want it any other way. Golf is devoted to his little boy and that is one of the reasons I am so attracted to him in the first place. He wants to make sure I pick an alternate evening for dinner. I tell him I'll check and let him know. He wants to see me Monday and I tell him it might not work. I suggest maybe postponing dinner until the following week and he says he can't wait that long. He would like to see me as soon as possible and that I need to "make it happen". I feel the butterflies making their way back to me.....