Sitting on my couch, incapacitated by a summer cold and watching more Jane Austen than any gay can handle, I received a couple text messages from Asher.
"How are you?"
"We should hang out again. Possibly a date?"
At first I didn't answer them. I don't know why. Really, the only thing that I gave me pause about Asher, outside of his name, was that he comes from money. Lots of money! This is no reason not to date someone. In fact, this is the reason that many people actually start dating, for the money! But, no Anna Nicole am I.
To be clear, Asher never acted any differently because of his financial background. He never tried to impress me with tales of his assets. He only tried to impress me with his tail. But for some reason, being with someone of more means makes me quite uncomfortable.
I don't know if it was because I was hopped up on cold medicine or was jonesing for a date after my hiatus that I decided to stop worrying so much about the money and agreed to a second date. Well, we shouldn't really call it a second date. We didn't have much of a first date. Unless you call an encounter from a gentlemen's socializing network a first date. I know that some of you do, and so will I!
So, after the spigot that was my nose finally got back to normal, we made plans to meet up. He invited me over to his apartment again. I questioned if this was going to be a really real date or just another hook up? Either way is fine, I am easy like that.
On the day before our date he texted me: "I cannot wait to see you again." Well, maybe this was a really real date, maybe he really does like me-like me like that… And maybe I need to get out of the 4th grade.
The first time we met, Asher answered the door wearing his underwear. He certainly looked fantastic, but true love was obviously not on his mind. This time he opened the door wearing a very sleek black button down shirt, grey slacks and extremely shiny dress shoes. He looked sharp! Clearly I was right in thinking that this time wasn’t just a hook-up. With my mindset in check I was ready to continue.
We made chit-chat as he made me a drink. We sat on his couch, he pulled me close and started to kiss me. I was a little shocked. I wasn't expecting this off the bat. But what the hell, I went with it.
I guess I was wrong about it being a real date. I was wrong - twice.
In the aftermath we started to talk. We seemed to have missed this crucial part of dating during our first tryst. I do understand that this act typically happens before any carnage, but I have always been an over achiever. I don't know if it was the age or the monetary difference, but as we started to talk I realized that we had absolutely nothing in common. Though, we did both have mind blowing orgasms… Does that count?
So I ask the question: Is sex enough? Is amazing sex paired with large amounts of money enough? Wow - that makes me sound like a rent boy, but you know what I mean!
This situation got me thinking of Josh and the fact that not having good sex was my deal breaker. Josh and I had so much in common, but we were not compatible horizontally. Now, Asher and I don't have anything in common but the sex is way off the charts. How does this happen?
Am I too picky? Am I too fickle? Why do I sound like Goldilocks?!? You know what, I don't care. I think we all have to try a good number of beds (two, three, or eighty – hey, I don’t judge!) until we find the owner that is just right!
Asher might not be the exact right fit for me and that’s ok. But until I find it, Asher just might be the perfect fit for being the perfect FB.