...You can find the first encounter here and part I here.
We made our way to the very center seats and continued with small talk about who knows what. He held my hand over the arm rest, but it wasn't very comfortable. Fortunately, the arm rests in the theater move up (cool, right?), so to his surprise, I cuddled underneath his arm.
I felt insanely nervous throughout the movie, even though we didn't speak a word. When it finished, the lights came up, and we made our way out of the crowded theater to dinner. A booze-less dinner. Don't get me wrong, I don't need booze to have a good time, but when you're insanely nervous and fully aware that your date is just as nervous (if not more so), a drink would have been nice to help us both relax a bit.
But we had fun. We talked and laughed and talked some more. We discussed exes, friends, family life, hopes, and dreams. As hard of a time that I had talking about some subjects, he wasn't judgmental. He simply listened, really listened.
Before I knew it, he was paying for dinner, like a true gentleman, and we were heading out the door. We walked to his car, and once we were inside, he handed me the pink bag that had been taunting me with its presence. Inside were Under Armour running socks, an Under Armour running head band, and an iTunes gift card. I remember muttering that he didn't have to get me anything, thanking him profusely, and fighting tears because it was so thoughtful for my upcoming, first ever half marathon.
We drove back to his Aunt's house, and I oddly felt relief that the date was done. We stood on the sidewalk awkwardly, and I made the first move to peck him on the lips. Then kept repeating that I never did that. We said goodnight and see you tomorrow. I got in my car, and as I pulled away, the tears came. And I cried the whole way home.