Someone Thinks I'm Beautiful

We went to Pipa in Union Square for tapas and sangria and had a fantastic time. The waiter must have asked to take our orders a half dozen times, but we were too busy talking to look at the menu. We both had plans to meet friends after dinner but didn't want our evening together to end.

Brian complimented me a lot, which was really nice, but it definitely embarrassed me after a while. I think the nicest thing Steve (my ex) ever said to me was, "You look great," but that was usually after I'd tried on ten outfits and he was rushing me out the door. Brian told me I'm hot, sexy, beautiful — I wanted to make out with him right then and there.

We ended up leaving the restaurant and started walking towards where we should have been meeting our friends. He suggested we grab one more drink at a bar we passed along the way instead. We definitely clicked; we had chemistry and neither one of us was ready to go our separate ways.

Aside from the fact that he is a bit shorter than I would normally go for, I couldn't find anything else wrong with him. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again.