I'm not a fan of blind dates. Never have been. I prefer to meet people on my own and let the cards fall where they may. Blind dates have a lot riding on them. You have to answer to the person setting you up, your best masque needs to be on...yada yada.

I don't know what the deal is with being late 20's, single, and people feeling the need to fix you up. If I had a nickle for everytime someone said "oh...you should meet so and so..."

All that said, some endorsements rings louder than others. I work with a girl that I like a lot, and she has the coolest friends. She knows me, and my relationship phobia persona, but also knows that I have my own set of taboos and rules and regulations that governs what I will and won't do.

So when she said that I should be Skye I actually was interest. We both majored in the same area in college, we're both wanna be musicians, and we apparently both have the same quirky sense of humorish outlook on life. The more my friend talked about Skye, the more interested I was to meet her - just as a person. I know it's cliche as hell, and on paper it must seem like I toss my stuff in everything that holds still long enough, but that just isn't the case. I have a large circle of female friends and I value that. Skye seemed like the type that would be nice to hang out with.

Do Debbie (my friend) set it up. The three of us would meet at a pool hall, play pool, eat some garbage that isn't good for you, and go from there. If Debbie feels like we're comfortable she'll excuse herself for the night.

I go to the spot and see Debbie standing and talking to a girl. I instantly hopped that the girl talking to Debbie was Skye. Tall, tan, short dark curly hair, athletic looking, very cute and infectous smile. Very cute freckles.

Introductions were made, a little small talk, and I offered to buy the girls a drink. Skye looked deeply offended and said "that's not funny." Of course I had no clue what she was talking about. She stormed off and Debbie looked horrified saying Skye was an alcoholic (recovering) and she's told me that 1,000 times. I didn't know what to do and turned around to go looking for her.

I tuned into a smiling Skye, holding three beers. Har har, laughs on me. It was actually a nice ice breaker.

We all played pool, and the conversation flowed. Skye is intoxicating, very funny to be around. She is very sexy in a very obvious way, and a lot of ways that are more hidden and covert. It's hard to explain.

Debbie went home and Skye and I decided to hit some other places. We danced a little, hit some outdoor deck places. Neither one of us could drive and she invited me back to her place for a night cap. We cabbed home.

We walked inside her place, her in front of me, and she suddenly turned around and laid a very long kiss on. Wrapping her arms around me, smiling, she said that she wanted to do that all night. I certainly didn't protest. We stood in her living room, lights out, kissing. She whispered in my ear "this is a huge no no for me...but for you...I'll fuck on the first date."

We started pawing at each other clothes. She was down to a baby T and her thong, me my boxers, laying on her bed when she stopped.

"Does this feel really right for you...but not at the same time?" She asked.

The oddest thing...I was hard as hell and wanted nothing more but to take her up on her "fucking on the first date" offers. Yet - something didn't feel completely right.

We decided to slow it, kept kissing a little, and fell asleep wrapped around each other.

The next morning we showered (seperately),went to breakfast, went to my place to let my dog out, and then took her (the dog) to the lake.

This was last Thursday. We've hung out 5 times since, spent three nights together, and the most we've done is heaving petting over the clothes and a lot of kissing and hugging. We have great conversations and a lot of fun together.

It's really strange - the sexual tension is there and it's certainly a when and not if. But it's like we both know it, it'll happen when it happens. I know I haven't been this physically pulled to someone in a long time, and there already is an emotional pull of sorts.

Debbie said a couple things at work today, things that normally would sacre me away. Skye has been single for two years and loves being single. She dates a lot, she hasn't had sex in a year. She doesn't want to toss it around. She had three dates scheduled this past week and cancelled all of them - kind of excited about meeting me.

Me? Let's say that I turned down two booty calls this week and one date.

Hmmmm. What does it all mean?