Last week I detailed my first date with a vanilla boy who was too scared to kiss me. Since that night, he's been amazingly cute with his plotting and planning for our second date last night. And of course I haven't missed an opportunity to tease him about missing the opportunity to kiss me.
I couldn't stop grinning.
As we chatted over our dinner menus, I had begun to think that perhaps he was just anxious on our first date. That he'd let anxiety keep him from kissing me.
And then the waitress asked if we were ready to order. "It's up to her. She's in charge," he told her, nodding to me.
I couldn't help smirking when he said that. Or later when he said, "You're the boss."
In fact, throughout the evening he gave me multiple cues that he was more than ok with me taking the lead. I didn't take charge. Not really. But I could have.
Maybe it's time for me to tell him.