Cheap Therapy: Moving on through making out

So I know I said I'd give myself adequate time to get over NRA by waiting Charlotte's mandated amount of time before going at this whole dating thing again, but who was I kidding? I'm not Charlotte! A friend who also is dealing with a recent breakup (albeit a much messier and more emotionally taxing one) and I were talking and decided we each needed to make out with someone to help us get over our respective exes.

Being that I'm a little tired of the CL scene, last week I made use of another site I'd joined at the behest of a friend a few months back. I hadn't spend much time on the site before dumping NRA because I established my profile at about the time we started dating.

Anyhow, I was a bit tipsy as I was chatting with Mr. Disney about things I can't even pretend to remember now. Being that I was tipsy and the idea of moving on through making out had already been firmly implanted in my brain, I agreed to go out with this guy later in the week. When I realized I'd made a date for last Thursday, about all I did remember from our conversation were these two facts:
1. He was going to be in town for a few days for business.
2. When I asked what he was into (meaning, I swear, if he would rather go to a bar or a pub or a freakin' poetry reading or what-have-you), he said, "oh, S&M, Bondage... You know. The usual."

Naturally, I started to get a little worried about what Mr. Disney might expect. The whole "in town for business" thing didn't quite sit well with me. Would he expect me to sleep with him? I started to worry about how I would keep this stranger from slipping Ambien into my drink while I was in the bathroom.

Mr. Disney called to establish plans on the night he said he would, automatically easing my worries a tiny smidge. When we talked, I immediately warmed to his sense of humor. By the time we got off the phone, I felt much more comfortable about meeting him, although still not entirely so. The whole business trip meeting loomed large in the back of my mind as something that could likely land me on the evening news.

I have to say, I dropped the ball on one thing in this scenario. Being extremely busy with work (and still going back and forth with NRA about everything), I neglected to choose a location for us to meet. This left us meeting at the bar in his hotel, which only exacerbated my fear that he expected me to fulfill some stranger-in-a-strange-city fantasy.

Fortunately, on the day Mr. Disney and I were to meet, Ms. Potato asked me if I wanted to go out with her that night. Being that I already had plans to meet a perfect stranger for drinks, I, of course, completely selflessly invited her along.

I have to say, Mr. Disney was a good sport about it. He didn't complain once, and I think a good time was had by all. I didn't get any kind of creepy vibe from Mr. Disney in person (despite the nearly-excessive talk about strippers and midget porn and a hooker named Peter), so when he asked if he could see me again when he returned to the area in a couple of weeks, I said yes.

He did kiss me goodnight, but not in front of Ms. Potato (how we managed that, I might never tell). And, I have to say, it did feel good to kiss someone other than NRA. It wasn't a sweep-me-off-my-feet kiss or even a remarkably good kiss. It was just a kiss, but I needed it. It helped to know that someone who seems to be more mature and more straightforward than the last dink (heh. thanks, LuLu) wanted to kiss me. Even though this guy lives hundreds of miles away and offers nothing in the way of potential for a relationship, sometimes it just feels good to be kissed. To know that someone somewhere actually wants to kiss you.