Mr. Barnes and Noble

Had a good date last night.  I was really excited to meet him, as he was perfect on paper (aren't we all?).  He was 6 5" dark brown eyes, bald (the good kind with the perfect head to compliment it with no moles, freckles or weird spots).  He had straight teeth and a fra fra (my word for goatee).  We decided to meet at Barnes and Noble because he is on a reading kick.  I was beyond elated to finally be able to wear high heels.  I saw him right away and gave him one of my famous smiles.   After a good solid hug and "nice to meet you" we got tea and settled down to chat in the cafe.  The usual questions ensued with me noticing him looking at my shoes.  He complimented me on them and I told him how excited I was to wear them because I finally met someone who was legitimately taller than me.  He then proceeded to tell me he has a foot fetish.....hey, who am I to judge (thank god I had a fresh pedicure!)?  I told him at least he has something that he knows for sure will get him in the mood. ;)  I then ask him about his ethnicity because he said that he is "mixed race."  He asked me to guess...I hate guessing, I'm always wrong and then someone gets offended.  After trying to get out of it and realizing he was not going to let up, I blurted out "Polynesian?"  No.  "Middle Eastern? NO! I told him "see?  I hate guessing, just tell me."  He then gets a serious look on his face and says he is half Hispanic, have Norwegian.....as in the vikings.  "That is why I am so big," he said,  "I am a Viking." 
Well, at least he doesn't have identity issues. I wasn't sure whether to chuckle or just go with it....I just went with it.  We then got into conversation about school, careers, etc.  I have a horrible habit of trying to "fix" people (I'm pretty good at figuring out everybody else's life but my own).  I'm sure I said too much or offended him when commenting on his personal goals and giving him other "ideas" on how to reach that goal.  He commented that I am further along at my age than he is and then shared his upbringing that may have correlated to him taking a bit longer to grow up than others.  This information didn't bother me a bit....at least he did go back to school, despite adversity.
The grandma in me started yawning (maybe this was another negative sign) and I told him I really needed to get home and ready for bed.  He walked me out to my car, I gave him a strong hug, loving how tall and strong he seemed. I swear my boobs hurt after it was that intense. Big smile and a "talk to you later" and the date was over.

Being a woman of the 21st century I texted him the next day, saying that I was thinking about him and hoping he was enjoying his day off.  I got a quick "I'm at the gym" and then nothing else. So, not sure what to think of my viking.  Maybe I was too much for him, or maybe he just wasn't interested.  He was giving me really strong signals, good eye contact, big smiles, lots of laughing and he seemed to enjoy my perefectly pedicured toes delicately wrapped in my strappy black sandals.  hmmm....maybe this one is to be continued?