Date...I Think, Maybe...

I went out with Tionne on Thursday. I didn't think it was a date because WL#1 and WL#2 were invited to come too; but they decided not to. So I went on my lonesome.

Talk about a good time.

Tionne took me to Quincy Jackson's Chicago Steppin' class. I started off with the beginners at 7pm. By the time 9pm rolled around I was dancing with the professionals and getting great tips from them. Its such a sexy dance.

Tionne was the perfect partner for the night. He helped instruct class, he danced with me, introduced me to people, then went his merry way so I could dance with others. The definition of a non-clinger.

Men take heed to this advice. Seriously. Non-clingy is the way to be. Tionne had a great balance. He also asked several times if I would like anything to drink throughout the night. A sign of non-stinginess and conscious of my being. Another check mark for him.

We left around 10:30pm and I was supposed to meet some friends to watch Lost and play craps. Things were going so well that I decided to just hang with him some more.

This is when it turned into a date.

We went to Balzac Wine Bar and sat and chatted for a good hour. It was really lovely. I learned a lot about him; we talked about relationships and traveling. It was comfortable and nice. And I didn't feel as if he expected anything from me. Really wonderful. At midnight he took me home and we hugged goodbye.

Like I said, I think this was a date by the end. Especially, after a few comments he made about doing dinner and dancing some more. Either way, labels aren't really necessary. I had a great time and nearly met my goal for this project. He offered for us to get something to eat several times, but I wasn't hungry. So no traditional dinner for two. But that's alright; we are hanging out again on Sunday. We'll see what happens then.