This story happened on New Year’s 2015/2016. I was 30 at the time, and a couple months earlier had gone through a really brutal breakup with a girlfriend of five years. Jump ahead to *** to skip to the action.
My first date post-breakup was with H. She was 32 and very slim and tall, about 6’0” or 6’1”. She had delicate features, pale skin, and wavy dark brown (almost black) hair down slightly past her shoulders. Kind of similar physique to me, actually — I’m 6’3”, skinny, messy brown hair and geeky glasses.
H and I had gone on 2 dates in December. Both times we went to a bar, had a few cocktails and joked around. She was funny and we had a good laugh, but nothing happened beyond that. We didn’t kiss, and I don’t think we even hugged after those first couple dates. We bantered a lot, but it was more friendly than flirty, and our rapport wasn’t particularly sexual, as far as I could tell. I liked her and I could tell she enjoyed my company, but I wasn’t sure if she saw me as just a friend or if she wanted more.