First date-date with Ross earlier. No confusion whether it's a date or not when he feels like one. It was the first official date. Now I'm grinning like a moron.

I left Eric's after 7 and went downtown to Husani's office. I couldn't find Ross' number so I emailed him before I left Eric's. Didn't even think to call 411 (Which he pointed out in his reply). I hung out at Husani's a little and called the Ross man from there.

"Dojo's?"

"Dojo's."

"How long will it take you to get there?"

"Ten? Fifteen?"

I was actually earlier. For once. I looked around. No Ross. He showed up and wouldn't move without a hello kiss. A quick kiss before going in. It was nice. His face was glowing. Dinner was nice. I like the food there. Surprisingly, we didn't talk about the dating thing. Not until after dinner anyway. We ... fit well. And the sparks are there. I think that's why I was nervous earlier. I wasn't sure if there were really any sparks. Like we were just sort of obligated to start dating or something. We strolled along, talking. I gave him this snowglobe keychain I had in my pocket. For no reason really other than I thought it was very cute and when he took it to look at it, I told him to keep it.

We got to the end of the block. Light red. He grabbed me around my waist and we eskimo kissed. Standing there on the sidewalk, rubbing his nose against mine. Something I'd growl at if I saw a couple doing it. I guess I can't be 'bitter single Wingd' anymore. I touched his collar while we stood there and I felt a zap. An actual spark. Light green. We crossed the street and stood outside this library. He leaned on this ledge and held me. It felt really nice. We talked about the ... dun dun duuuun dinner. We talked about the mix-up. We talked about the differences and reasons we thought it was a bad idea at first.

And then ... we kissed. And the sparks are definitely there. Our lips ... fit well. He's a great kisser and when we pulled away, he was grinning like a moron.

"Wow, you can kiss! I'm glad."

"Haha. Why?" I asked.

"Well, haven't you ever kissed a bad kisser?"

"Yup."

"Then you know," he smiled.

He has nice lips. I could've kissed him forever. I didn't have to pry his tongue from my mouth or anything. We're taking things slow. But all the doubts I had before since he sent that email ... gone. He's what I want. His smile, his randomness, his core. The amazing thing is ... he was there all along. I've known him for nine months and he doesn't bore me. And I get bored easily sometimes.

I saw it in his eyes. The feeling that he really cares about me. I saw the sincerity when he said he wouldn't cheat. That he doesn't feel the need to.