She creased her brow and shook her head- reassuring him with her hand latching into his. "I didn't worry about you being that way. It's just been drilled into my mind after what happened; I have to remind myself that not all men are that way." She tucked her hair behind her ear and fluttered her dark lashes. "Dinner was absolutely delicious. Thank you so much." She had a genuine smile; pulling out her wallet to file for cash. There was no way he was going to pay for her dinner... it wasn't his responsibility. She'd feel guilty to know that she didn't contribute in any sort of way. "What do I owe for everything? I'm trying to figure it out in my head."
Paul:: He looked at the iced tea as it came. Everyone was shocked that he wasn't drinking alcohol now. He took a sip then looked to her. "Really?" He asked. "Huh..." He said. LI haven't even seen you around town... You must really not get out much..." He said then took another sip of his iced tea. It didn't go the spot like alcohol, but it kept her from worrying about him.
Paul:: He chuckled lightly then decided to slow down on his drinks since it was obviously worrying her. "I promise you that I won't, but if it makes you feel better, I'll lay off for a little while." He said then ordered an iced tea. "So, Ingrid, do you live around here?" He asked. He had never seen her around before and was very curious. "Because if you aren't then I surely would have remembered your face.."
She didn't feel uncomfortable telling him anything. She could be open and share whatever he wanted to know, mostly because of his inviting expression and comforting gaze. She didn't have the same connection with everyone; she was shy in more ways then he was used to. "I honestly haven't. Just busy with work and being a mom, not having the drive to date, not trusting that anyone could handle being with someone like me." She thought about her friend and how anticipated she'd been about their get together. She was curious to know if he was being friendly or something even more then that. She wasn't the best at reading signs always.
She shrugged and rolled her shoulders, taking a slow and deep breath. "Well... I don't know how talented I am. You'll just have to read some of my pieces and tell me what you think." She started to eat the sushi she ordered; closing her eyes and savoring it once she was chewing. "This has been so nice. I don't think I've really spoke to someone for this long, without feeling judged. You're a great listener if you didn't already know." She wondered what his opinion of her was. If it had changed once they met, if it was the same, if there was anything that was developing between them. She wondered what was going on in his head at some times.
She looked at him, smiling. "I really don't mind having the time. Ana is a pleasure and so is writing. Sure, it's nice to go out at times and have some moments to focus on myself. This date with you is one of the first times I've left my house." She tucked her hair behind her ear with both of her hands placed on her knees afterwards. "But trust me, this is the best decision I've made in a long time." She thought about his question for a long minute before gathering the words to respond. "I think I can make it with the skills I've been working on from a young age. Maybe not this specific journalism job, but, something in the field for sure."
She laughed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She shook her head. "My God. That's definitely a new one. A viking? I'm not sure if they would make the best dating material." She could tell he had a joking side; she just had to bring it out of him. She heard the next comment he said more commonly then she would have thought. "It can be difficult. My boss rushes me to get stories finished quite quickly.. because of high demand and competition. Sometimes I have to travel to find proper stories, rewrite things I've submitted, stay up late perfecting, it goes on." She sighed. "It has its perks. But it is in no way easy, that's for sure."
She didn't find it awkward to tell him such a thing, because she saw it as important for him to know. It was... a part of her. Her likes, her dislikes. Just with men instead of materialistic things. "I need a man who can make me laugh and isn't serious all the time; because the stress of my job and with Ana requires a bit of fun. I need someone who can listen and speak equally with me. I need someone who trusts me and ensures I can trust him, while stepping up and being a father figure for my daughter. Someone who is romantic and will remind me why he loves me every single day. Someone who enjoys some of the activities I do, lifts me up and makes me happy... looks don't mean as much. Maybe taller then me, muscular. Protective for sure." She giggled very lightly.
"Hey. Don't worry about it... I've moved on, and I'm trying. He was a great man and I know he's in a better place after serving our country." She had a reassuring gaze with the slightest gentle smile. She didn't want him to be concerned or down because of what she said; she just figured he should know. "That's why this whole dating thing isn't the easiest thing at the moment. It's the first one I've been on in four years." She crossed and uncrossed her legs quite a few times. "What do you like in a woman? The traits, looks, everything. Your dream girl all in one." She moved off of the subject in an attempt to learn even more about him. It was nice.
She was proud he could open up in such a way to her, and not be afraid of what she'd say or how she'd take it. Honesty was the best in her eyes.. without trust nothing could ever be established. "Mine get a bit more complicated. Ana, my daughter, was conceived when I was with my fiancé Daniel. He was a US marine who was deployed a week after we found out." She swallowed hard. She didn't talk about it much, so when she did, she was emotional. "They think friendly fire could be a possibility- he never got to see or hold his little girl." She shook her head. "That was four years ago and it still hurts just as badly. That was my last relationship. Since then, I've gone through some PTSD and am only just now beginning to get back into the dating field."
There was no better feeling then to drive around with no care in the world. Noah was a very young professor at a large university not too far from the borders of Ohio and Indiana. He was just about done with his job for the weekend and was eager to do something spontaneous in the upcoming days. Mathematics is what he was teaching at the university. The idea of being able to solve problems in different ways gratified him, which is how he became interested in being a mathematics professor. Despite of some difficulties that he has as a young professor, he liked teaching overall, even if it meant teaching some of those who are careless of getting educated. After getting out of his car, he walked down to the cafeteria, he loosened his black silk tie as he ran his fingers through his slightly tousled brunette hair. Luckily it wasn't too crowded. At the moment of finding an empty, he was shortly stopped by a student that went by the name of Candice. He offered her a small smile as his blue eyes searched hers. "Um, yeah. You'll find the photography department is a left from you. After you reach the painting of deformed objects, you then keep walking straight. It's a big, obvious department, so you'll definitely not miss it," he informed her, nodding once.
She wanted to keep things lightened and carefree, mostly because it was what she was requiring in that moment. A stressful and heavy conversationed dinner wasn't appealing. As soon as he mentioned Ana.. she smiled even wider. "Yes. She's four, a diva of course, and her name is Ana." She could go on and on about every little detail. She had to remind herself to be careful. "She goes to preschool and she's very energetic. Disney princesses, dress up, karaoke, tea parties, build-a-bear, almost anything any other typical little girl does is what she's into." She pulled up a photo on her phone to show him. It was obvious that she was the light of her life. "It can be difficult being a single mom; I won't lie and sugarcoat it. But I wouldn't change anything if that meant losing her." It was also obvious that they looked a lot alike. "I keep busy with her during the week. On top of that, I'm actually a journalist for the local newspaper." She sipped the martini and ordered a salad to start off with for their meal.
Her entire expression lit up once he approached her and spoke, nodding very gently. "That would be me. You pronounced it right- Genevieve." She took his hand firmly yet featherlight at the very same time. "You must be Connor." She allowed the waitress to escort them both to their table. It was toward the back, draped in a cloth, a single candle in the center. She sat across from him- crossing her legs out of habit- ordering a water and a martini to begin with. She continually caught his gaze with an intrigued pop of color to her irises. "Melody tells me you're a charmer." A very small smirk stretched across her lips; remembering everything her friend had told her. She was curious to see how much he actually knew about her- if anything. Blind dating was a concept to her that didn't always make the most sense. They were strangers. She sipped the cocktail a bit.
Genevieve curled the final strand of her brunette hair, pursing her lips as she looked in the mirror intently. Her ruby red gloss shimmered elegantly yet subtlety with the lights in her bathroom. She was beginning to acquire nerves pertaining to the date she was about to attend... her stomach twisted and turned into a million different knots. She hadn't been on one in so long, fearful that she'd do or say something entirely wrong. The usual pitter patter of little feet was missing from her apartment; reminding her that she had a typically uncommon evening apart from her daughter. She was thankful to her friend Melody for arranging the details; she trusted her to know that the man wasn't a complete waste of her time. They were meeting at a restaurant that was downtown in the heart of everything else, upper scale but still comfortable and easy to swallow. She parked pretty close by and checked in for the reservation that had been planned. She searched for the gentleman eagerly, long lashes fluttering a bit.
Paul:: He smiled softly and shook his head. "Trust me, I'm not someone you need to worry about." He said as he sipped at his next glass. "I'm Paul." He said. "It's nice to meet you, Ingrid." He smiled at her then took another sip from his glass, which was nearly half empty now. "God I love liquor." He chuckled lightly then glanced around the bar casually.
Paul:: He downed his first glass then asked for another almost immediately. He definitely was a social drinker and an anytime drinker, thanks to his brother. He grinned lightly as he looked back to the girl beside him. "I see." He chuckled lightly then downed his next glass. "So, miss. What shall I be calling you?" He asked with a small grin.
Candice:: She was still curious as to what the man was doing. She had a feeling that he was sketching her house. It bugged her ever so slightly that he was drawing her house without permission, yet she didn't care. She started to walk down the street then stopped and looked at the guy as he spoke. "Oh, thank you..." She said softly. She wasn't expecting the accent at all.
He but his lip. She was asking about him and he didn't mentally prepare himself for it.
"I uh, I'm.." He couldn't tell her. "I think we should get out for this one. That way if you want to run you can." Wil walked them to the sand and put her down near the towel. "I uh, the reason my body temp is a hundred degrees hotter then yours is..." He wanted to tell her. But how could he trust her with such a big secret not only he kept? "Remember how I asked you if you believed in werewolves and vampires?" He asked her, biting his lip and scratching the back of his head like a nervous school kid.
He held her as they bobbed with the waves. He felt goosebumps crawling across her skin.
"It's not that cold. Once you leave me you'll freeze." He teased, swimming closer to shore so they could stand in the sand. "Here, now you can stand and hold onto me. Or I can hold you." He picked her up, holding her bridal style in his arms. He smiled. "To much? At least your warm." Wil beamed. He liked when she was close to him. He opened his mouth to say something but pressed his lips together. He didn't want to say anything just yet. Maybe not till she prayed a little more at it. "So, how do you like the beach so far?" He asked instead
He looked at her and bit his lip.
"No reason." He didn't want to tell her just yet. But he had to if he wanted to make sure she wanted to stay around. "Uh, why don't we get into the water? I'll race you." He got to his feet and brought her with him. He ran to the edge and dove in, surfacing a little out from the shore. He shook the water from his hair and floated a bit. He tried to wipe away the steam rising but if she got closer she'd notice. "Come on the waters perfect. I'll keep you warm if you get cold!" He would. That wasn't a lie. His body temp was almost a hundred degrees hotter then a human.