The Spaniard suggested a third date. I was able to knock him back on account of being too busy, which he bought. He's waiting for me to check my diary and get back to him. I'm not sure if I will.
Mr PT also wants a third date. It never rain but it pours.
I had a fun date with Mr PT. It's clearly not as easy to talk to him as it is the Spaniard; we have less in common and he's not as well-educated. I feel like I can say anything to the Spaniard and he'll get it; with Mr PT, I sometimes have to check myself and downgrade my language to something less complex.
But... despite not being the brightest button, Mr PT is a nice bloke and he makes me feel attractive on a primal level. And god, can the man talk dirty really well.
I feel really safe in his arms and that he thinks I am the prize. I really like feeling like someone's prize.
I think I'd have a lot of fun sleeping with Mr PT, but I don't feel like I know him well enough yet to know how he would really act afterwards and I don't think I could ever take being dumped after sex even if the sex was really good. Even though I'm drawn towards Mr PT in an animalistic way, at heart, I'm still that girl who sees cannot detach sex from love. I can't give in; I still need to get to know him more.
I'm exactly where I am after the first date. I still know that intellectually I click more with the Spaniard and physically, I click more with Mr PT. Arghhh! 