We went to a bar I’ve never been to before. I sat 90 degrees from her, alternating between facing the wall and her and facing the rest of the bar while having my back to her. I initially didn’t drink anything, since I had a bottle of water with me. Later on she bought a beer for me. I brought up that the Britney Spears song, “Womanizer”, reminds my ex of me. She asked if I was one, I said I had no idea how she feels that way. We talked about how we broke up. I asked if she were a womanizer, we debated about whether it’s supposed to be called a “manizer”. Eventually she admitted that she was one, but preferred the term “player”, but not when she’s in a relationship.

Conversation got pretty dry. I decided to move things along. She got the check. I mentioned I wanted to watch a certain movie. I told her we should watch it at her place. We took a cab to her place, rented the movie, watched it.

Kino escalation. We joked about her putting on her Halloween costume while watching the movie, which she did. I had my hand on her bare thighs at certain points, but I was still scared of going for the kiss.

Eventually the movie finished. She said earlier that she had something to do in the morning, and mentioned several times the time, but didn’t exactly kick me out. I should have gone further and went for the kiss. It’s weird, I guess it’s because I actually care about losing this one.

Anyway, I made her stay way past her bedtime. She seemed to enjoy my company, and not just as a friend. Progress made on our relationship, progress made on myself.