Are You Friggin' Kidding Me?

One Bostonian's Misadventures in Dating

Need to break my own rule for this


So, fingers crossed, but I’m thinking that Mini Marky Mark is totally a keeper.

Earlier this week, I won tickets for Christmas at Fenway. For you non-baseball fans, this is a special day at Fenway Park (where the Red Sox play) where you have to be specially invited. Several players, current and retired, would be there, along with opportunities to buy tickets and Red Sox paraphernalia. I was super excited and decided that I would invite MMM to go with me. He had told me that he doesn’t like baseball much before, but I knew that I wouldn’t be bringing anyone else anyway (none of my friends like sports really, let alone baseball), so I didn’t think it would hurt to invite him.

He accepted the offer, but reminded me that baseball isn’t his favorite so he wouldn’t be as excited as I would be and that he didn’t want to bring me down. I assured him that he wouldn’t and he agreed to meet me at my apartment on Saturday morning.

So yesterday morning he picked me up and it was snowing pretty hard. However, we’re from New England and that doesn’t bother us. He drove us over to Fenway and we went inside the park. I was practically dancing inside the stadium (I mean, it was pretty magical, being all Christmasy and snowy in the park, not to mention that there’s this cute boy that is hanging out with me, too). We went upstairs to the Royal Rooters Room and saw a few older players and the NESN announcers. He nudged me along to go get some autographs, while he stood back and took pictures of me from afar, meeting Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo (which by the way was SO cool). We got a few beverages and then headed downstairs to the “yard sale”. After rummaging through some of the stuff for sale, we camped out at a table and watched the interviews go on with some of the players and watched the autograph session. I had decided not to buy tickets at the event since it would have taken several hours and I had already tortured him enough (although he said he was having a good time and wouldn’t have agreed to go if he didn’t want to).

We decided to peace out after a few hours of hanging out at Fenway to go get lunch. We headed to Boston Beer Works (yay!) and grabbed lunch and some beers. While there, we chatted about stuff (nothing serious in particular) and we talked about how both go to movie theatres alone. We brought up a few movies that were out that we wanted to see and I had mentioned that I wanted to see Rise of the Guardians. Yea, I’m a child sometimes.

It was time to leave the restaurant and he asked what I wanted to do next since it was only 2pm. I had no idea what to do, but he suggested that we go to the movies and see Rise of the Guardians. I laughed and told him that we didn’t HAVE to see that one, but he reassured me, telling me that he wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t want to see it. So off we went to the movies to see a cartoon.

After the movie, we trekked back to the car (yay for New England blizzards…it was fucking freezing). We made out for a bit in the car and then he asked if I wanted to go get some drinks in my neighborhood. Of course I did. We went to the two most hipster bars in the area, which I love, and had a few PBRs (yes!). I challenged him to a game of Big Buck Hunter, which I obviously won (I’m a good shot…don’t mess with me). We were sitting at the bar afterwards, kind of swooning over each other when we decided that we needed to figure out what to do with the rest of our night.

I invited him back to my apartment, suggesting that we could go and chill there for a bit. He lives a few towns over, at his parents’, so obviously THAT’S not happening for awhile, so he accepted the offer. My roommates weren’t home, which is extremely rare, so we camped out in my living room. He looked through my AWESOME movie collection and decided that we’d watch Elf. So we cuddled up on the couch, with my clingy cat, watching Elf. Every now and then we’d start making out, but mostly it was just a big snug-fest.

Towards the end of the movie, like pretty much any time a man and a woman decide to watch a movie alone together, things started getting pretty hot and heavy. Lots of kissing that started getting pretty physical. We’d break away from each other and go back to cuddling, but it was a vicious cycle. I was having mixed feelings since I knew that if either of us wanted it to go any further that night, I was going to have to drop the H-Bomb on him. I decided not to panic about it and just let things happen. I hadn’t tried it that way yet and things have been so good with him that I didn’t feel all that scared to tell him.

So the make-out session left the living room and went into my room. Before clothes started coming off, I broke us off and told him I needed to tell him something, but that we needed to cool off for a second. He was very sweet about it while I told him what was up. Pretty much, he just smiled and said “Okay, cool. It’s alright.” I double and triple checked with him and he said that he would tell me if it wasn’t cool and that he’s had a cold sore before, so he wasn’t all that scared of it.

So then after a few minutes, I leaned back in to kiss him and then, well, you get the picture.

He ended up staying over and left for home late morning. He told me that we’d be hanging out again soon.

In closing, this boy got his ass up early on a Saturday morning to go an event he had minimal interest in, dropped money on my lunch and movie tickets to see a cartoon movie he wasn’t super interested in seeing, and was totally cool with me being HSV2 positive. He also remembers things I tell him and is a blast to be around. Not to mention, he’s a total sweetheart. And hot.

So fingers crossed that he isn’t one of those guys that says all the right things to get into a girl’s pants. I don’t think he is, but I’ve been wrong before. However, I don’t think I’m wrong this time.


Author: Jane Champagne

I'm a single late 20s chick, living in Boston. I go on a lot of horrible dates, but some good ones, too.

8 thoughts on “Need to break my own rule for this

  1. This sounds really great and I hope it continues that way – I’ll cross my fingers too!

  2. Sounds like you’re having some GOOD VIBRATIONS;)

  3. Ahhh I love it!! He sounds awesome!! I don’t think you’re wrong about him either, he does sound like a keeper!! Keeping my fingers crossed for you as well!! 🙂

  4. Sounds like a stand-up guy! Good luck with him. 🙂

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