Comin' In Fast, Over Me

Sgt. Younger and I talked about having children on our second date.

Maybe I had mentioned my nephews, maybe he'd said something about one of his many cousins--I don't know.  But the next thing I knew, I'd reveled that my maternal grandmother was a twin, and he said his was too and I was blushing and flustered and a question bubble hung over our table like a bright red neon sign:

"What if we have twins?" 

"What if WE have twins?"

"What if we have TWINS?"

What the F(udge) is more like it; this was our second date.  I didn't even know his last name. 

After dinner (Mexican food, and I accidentally rendered him speechless by grabbing the check before he could), we adjourned to a bar in our neighborhood to play pool.  Of course, he didn't know the bar was within walking distance of my house due to the stranger danger.  I am pretty unclear on the rules of dating strangers, but I'd guessed that it while it was okay to reveal that we shopped at the same grocery store, I should still keep my address secret.  We live less than five minutes apart.

Obviously, I spent most of our pool game bent over with my ass pointed at him.  I thought that was a good compliment to occasionally sliding up right next to him, leaning the entire length of the side of my body against him, and asking him for advice on my pool shots.  Of course it was difficult to pay attention to his answers because we were drinking, and also OMGwearetouchingsomucheeee! 

He walked me out to my car at the end of the evening, and I wondered if he was going to press his face against my ear again.  I was hoping that first time was accidental, because even though it wasn't creepy, it was certainly a little weird.  Instead, he gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.  As he started to let go of me, he planted a small kiss right on my mouth.  Time for my signature move:  I pulled back a little, let my nose slightly graze his, paused, and leaned back in to give him a kiss.  We made out for maybe a minute, in a "oh right, don't forget we're in the semi-dark of a bar parking lot at 1am" sort of way.  (So, no groping.) 

As he let me go, he said "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

Wha. . .? ? ?