She woke up on the Saturday morning after her escape from near abduction, and debated whether or not to cancel this other date she had set for that afternoon. She was still reeling from her terrifying experience the night before, but after some back and forth, she decided that this date might be worth the follow through.
She just got a good vibe from this guy. Nothing like the sketchy red flags she saw in Derek, the guy from the night before. This guy, we’ll call him Mohamed, Mo for short. Mo just had a kind energy. Sweet, caring, genuine. Granted, she had only chatted with him briefly online before arranging this date, but their conversations were more in depth than any she had had with Derek. He was well spoken and interesting. He replied quickly and in full sentences. Mo was a better conversationalist throughout their short texts exchange than were most guys whom she had chatted with for weeks.
What really got her, though, was that in his main pic, he was wearing a sweater very similar to one that Jordan had worn. Any association to Jordan made her feel comfortable and secure. She could only tell so much based on a photo of a sweater, but the point is, that while her guard was very much still up, she felt it would still be worth while to meet up with Mo. Plus it was just a casual afternoon coffee date not far from her house.
She was running a bit late so she messaged him and asked to meet for 2:30 rather than 2pm. He was fine to adjust the timing. They both lived in the suburbs, where the only coffee options seemed to be Starbucks or Tim Hortons. She was delighted, then, when Mo suggested another coffee shop in the area.
It was actually more of a cute little sandwich shop that happened to serve coffee and pastries too. It was packed when she arrived, but fortunately Mo had arrived first and had been able to secure them a seat. He stood up to greet her, and they hugged awkwardly. He smelled delicious. Just the right amount of cologne. Some guys can really over do it. His was perfect.
They left their coats to hold their table, and went up to the front to order. “Are you hungry? Do you want a sandwich? They have great desserts here, too!” Mo offered. “No, no, I’m good. Just the latte for me, thanks” she replied. He chuckled and said, “Sorry, it’s the Middle Eastern in me. I just naturally want to feed you!” they both laughed, and she felt her guard go down slightly.
They went back to their table with their drinks and began the typical get-to-know each other conversation. They talked about their jobs, their interests, their families. Mo divulged that he was a former fitness trainer turned government analyst. He had two law degrees but had changed his life course when he fell in love with training. Life progressed, and he found a more lucrative career, but kept training his few remaining clients on the side. These clients of his were often elderly, or had some kind of physical limitation. He would train them at their homes a few nights a week, on top of his 9-5 government job. How sweet is that?
Mo was charming and charismatic and interesting. She was genuinely enjoying her time with him. Of course, though, she is an overly open book. And having just lived through that frightening ordeal the night before, she ended up unloading all of that experience on him. He was a real gem, though, and fortunately he was receptive and empathetic towards what she had just gone through. He offered her as much comfort as a stranger could in regard to a situation like that.
After she had gotten that off of her chest, she was able to relax a bit more. They both talked about their past relationships, some trauma they each carried. Their conversation flowed so easily, all of a sudden they realized that three hours had gone by. He asked if she was hungry now, which she was, and he offered to grab them a sandwich. She accepted, and Mo went up to the counter to order. It was then that she glanced out the window to her left and saw the pub across the parking lot. She asked if he’d want to move from coffee on to a real drink. Mo agreed and canceled the order. He pulled her chair out as she got up (a true gentleman), and they headed over to the bar.
They were sat in a booth high-top on the bar side of the restaurant. Mo sat in the chair facing her, and she sat in the booth facing the bar. Perfect for people watching. The server came by and they ordered their drinks and their late lunch/early dinner. The conversation just kept flowing. Never had she ever been on a date where she felt so comfortable so quickly. Especially after her harrowing misadventure the night before, she was blown away by the connection she and Mo seemed to share.
They chatted, they laughed, they each confessed some embarrassing tid-bits about themselves. It was one of the best first dates she had ever been on. It was going so well, in fact, that after bonding over their love for stand up comedy, right there at the table Mo booked them two tickets to a comedy show that coming Thursday. Bold move to book a second date before the first date ended. She was flattered and excited at the prospect of seeing him again, and was happy knowing he felt the same way about her.
All of a sudden, it was 8:30pm. They had been deep in conversation for six full hours. She could have stayed and talked forever, except, she had arranged a hook up with another guy that night! Never in a million years had she expected this date to go so well, or to continue for as long as it had. She thought she would have been home by like, 4:30pm. Plenty of time between that date and her tryst with a former FWB.
Earlier that week, she had opened up FB Dating and saw that Kyle had Liked her. Her stomach dropped. It had been over a year since she and Kyle had spoken. She had muted him on Instagram, but she knew that he had continued to watch her stories throughout that time. When she saw him on the app – this sexy, Black, muscle-bound, god-like man – she instantly felt a twinge.. downstairs 😉
Sometimes in those situations she would try to play it cool, but not in this case. She matched with him immediately. It wasn’t long before Kyle replied and sent her his number (which she had never deleted). She texted him and they had arranged to meet that Saturday, around 10pm when he would be finishing work.
In the moment, that seemed like more than enough time between her coffee date with Mo and her meet up with Kyle. That is, until her date with Mo went so damn well. She ended up having to lie and say she had plans with a friend so she could leave and go get ready to meet Kyle. Was this a classy move? No. But fuck it. A girl’s gotta get it when she can 😏
They left the restaurant, and Mo walked her to her car. Of all the dates she’d been on during her life as a single gal, it was rare that she had ever really hoped for a goodnight kiss. It was also rare for a guy to be ballsy enough to make the first move. Mo was obviously feeling the same vibe as she was because when they got to her car and she turned to face him, he confidently grabbed her around the waist, pulled her in and kissed her. A strong but soft kiss. Just a little tongue, small lip nibble at the end. Oof. Very hot.
When their lips parted, a cheeky smirk grew across her face, and she bit her lip as she looked up at him. The sexual chemistry was through the friggin roof. She thanked him for a wonderful first date, and he said the same. He headed back to his car and she got in hers and drove away, smiling from ear to ear…
Damnnnn the universe works in mysterious ways.