When I say I'm late for everything, I mean my body's going to get lost on the way to my own funeral. They'll probably start without me passing around shots of Patron and white Russians. Well, this first date was no different. My body thinks that I'm both a morning person and a night owl and no pill counting frustration, ZzzQuil-tanking, or rational-talking will make a difference. So, when Mr. Auburn invited me to a double date brunch with the man with the great hair bun and my coworker at 10:30, I responded "no problem." Wouldn't you know.... 10:43, I blinked myself out of oblivion and first called my coworker. She said they already got their food. That is one efficient brunch place, because most Charleston brunch places on Sunday have at least an hour and ten minute wait at the door. Scrambling to get ready, I slip a text to him apologizing profusely. With his hippie mentality, he responds "no big deal I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you get here." Rushing around, I managed to slip myself into clothes, into my car, and eventually into the Dive Bar on the corner of Rutledge Avenue downtown. Scanning the restaurant, I saw many baseball hats but only one with bleach blonde hair seeping out the bottom. Sliding into the bench across from him I think I startled him. I want to smile greeted me, followed by his words. I don't remember exactly what it said but it's something to the effect of good morning, beautiful. He said unfortunately he had left his wallet at home but could could go grab it if I need it. I said since I was late I can get my own breakfast. So he sat there and revealed some of his deepest secrets. My face must have reflected my initial reaction: utterly perplexed. He smiled with a pinch of a sneer. "Well, I just want to be honest with you and show you who I am. I've never had any guy be that open that quick with me... Well, you're special, Stephanie." I sat there and listened but did not offer information in exchange. He didn't pry and maintained eye contact with his ice blue eyes. The hunger in my eyes and mouth when my food arrived was more than laughable. He practically chuckled responding, "that good huh?" "Seems like there's smoked cheese in these grits. Mmm. I don't think you understand!" Smiling warmly, he commented, "they have the greatest grits in Charleston." Continuing conversation, learning, and sipping a Bloody Mary, my mind floated just about the table where we were sitting. After getting my check, we walked out into the world and raindrops kissed our skin. I snatched my umbrella from the inside passenger door of my jam packs car. Chuckling, he said, "you can stand under that, but there's no way we'll both fit." Gazing up at his height, I smiled in agreement. Downtown suddenly looked more beautiful with a cloudy ambiance. I balance beamed curbs and ledges to parks we passed. He smiled when I stopped to take pictures; "Hey, it's all for the blog." Being a media and film expert himself, he did find it unique that I use my own work to accompany my words. Once I finished my amateur photography, he always managed to get my hand nestled back into his. I didn't mind. We stumbled upon a brewery. HOLD UP. In Charleston? No! *hence sarcasm* We walked inside and both ordered sours. Again, he didn't have his wallet, and had mentioned he had a little cash, but I just offered my card so it wasn't awkward for the bartender. " Wow, I've never let a girl pay for me." " Yeah, I don't think I've pay for a guy since a long-term relationship." We sipped our beers and more conversation. The way he looked at me captivated me; it was with a sense of longing. Wanting to know what was sifting through the head beneath the curls. When he inquired, I maintained the mystery. He liked that; most guys do. Strolling away the afternoon in the rain, our date came to a close after a few hours. In a lackadaisical, yet intentional manner, he conveyed he wanted to see me again both with his eyes and his soft lips, hiding amongst his jungle of a blonde beard. I offered him a ride and it was the most comical thing to see a 6'2" man scrunch into practically a clown car with all of my belongings from the last 2 years space saved and strategically stuffed into my Honda Civic. We were stuffed into the car for the short drive to his house like candy stuffed into a cookie before it bakes. Dropping him off at his house, our kisses seemed endless. But I'm leaving, I rehearsed in my head. I'm leaving the country. The words never made it to my lips. We ended in smiles and I drove away. Reese's stuffed cookies seems to be the perfect recipe for this first date. Although, he argued many times that it was our second, even though our first was a double in which I didn't even know he was going to be present. Upon taking about of these cookies, no argument will be had. You won't be able to muster up the strength. Good luck INGREDIENTS
1/2 c. creamy peanut butter 1/2 c. (1 stick) butter, softened 1/2 c. brown sugar 1/4 c. granulated sugar, plus more for rolling 1 large egg 1 tsp. pure vanilla extract 1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour 1/2 tsp. baking soda 1/2 tsp. kosher salt 24 Mini Reese's Cups Create a shopping list View list Print, email, or view list on your mobile. ADD TO SHOPPING LIST DIRECTIONS
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