My plans for the evening had fallen through and I was chatting with my date from Sunday. He suggested dinner and a movie. I opted out of the movie on the grounds that I had to be up early the next day and suggested dinner and booze instead. The compromise was met with approval. My date actually chose quite a nice restuarnt in the city and had reservations made for us before I even knew what hit me. In fact, it was quite impressive. He even came to pick me up.
We had a very nice evening. Excellent food, a fantastic bottle of wine, and great conversation. He opened doors, picked up the check, and generally was quite charming. By the end of the evening I was a bit dazzled and also a bit full of wine, but not so full of anything that I didn't remember that this was our second date and he hadn't yet kissed me.
Now, kissing on the first date is a controversial deal. I usually try not to and I occasionally (read, often) get those plans foiled. On my first date with this guy, I got a nice hug at the end. That is quite good actually, so no problem. But in my experience, a hug at the end of the first date equals a kiss at the end of the second.
So when he dropped me off back at my place, I was wondering what was going to happen. We chatted for a minute, I fished out my keys, and said goodnight. He did nothing. So I reached over for a hug. He hugged me back…. and then did nothing. I just got out of the car and went inside.