I'm late? For a very important date?

So, after Saturday night's drama, I have to confess I wasn't so much looking forward to band rehearsal. We'd lost our drummer, who I adore, we lost our bass player, who I though was uber-cool, and I just wasn't actually excited about it. But, I knew I'd see the Deputy Guitarist, and that was a small bone thrown in my direction.

Not shockingly to anyone who knows me, I was late. And the band was actually totally rocking the Police when I arrived. Good for us. And Deputy Guitarist was HOT. Well, he is. So, after about an hour and a half of practice, Deputy Guitarist and I said good-night, and he asked me if he wanted to go somewhere to talk. Well, of course I did, but I was also extremely hungry, so we needed to talk at McDonald's.

We chatted for a fairly long while over cheeseburger and fries--what music we thought would be good to play, our weeks, etc. Chit chat, really, but it was pleasant. And I made him eat McDonald's fries, which apparently aren't his thing. After I was finished, we made our way out of the restaurant and into his car so we could continue our chat. And of course by that I mean make out like the make-out bandit I am! But there was talking, too.

Yeah, we chatted/made out for probably 2 hours or thereabouts. I think the Deputy Guitarist was a little taken aback by this behavior--normal people don't kiss for this long. But I do. And we talked some more--I confirmed his age (37), his marital status (divorced--and what is it with me and these divorcees?), what else? I'm the first white girl he's ever kissed (apparently, white girls have a reputation for being very aggressive--we all know that I fulfill that very well). I don't know--it was very chill. I enjoyed it. He's very effusive and poetic in the way that so many men from the Third World I've dated are. Commented on my warm aura and openness. I try not to take it too seriously.

As I get to know him, he reminds me less of Austine and becomes more of his own person. I can almost believe that he's a reserved person (almost). But I still don't entirely trust a ridiculously hot, guitar-playing, reggae-singing non-native English speaker. Too bloody hot and not exactly sure what his expectations are (or what stereotypes have invaded that mind of his). But, he's thus far been the perfect gentleman, and he followed me half of the way home to make sure that I was going the right way (I wasn't). This is a good sign.