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    After another rough start, I ended up having a terrific night with Stephane.  I didn’t want her to leave but, I didn’t want to give her the impression that I was just out to sleep with her, especially after the April crying fiasco. Add to that I couldn’t even remember who she was when we met up the first time so I could get my t-shirt back, make that the second time, and I’m surprised that she didn’t drop me off at the hospital and speed off. If the tables were turned I don't know that we wouldn’t have made it past Café Coco.  Shitty, yes, but I’m honest. 
     
    I genuinely hadn’t thought about April since Friday.  Funny, in just a matter of three days Stephane consumed my thoughts.  Shortly after she left I sent her a message, to say good night.
     
    (11:31pm)
    Wyatt: Hey Steph, please get home safe. 
    Stephane:  Thank you Wyatt!
    Wyatt:  Steph…
    Stephane: Yes?
    (11:36pm)
    Wyatt: Never mind, have a good night. Sweet dreams.
    Stephane: What is it?
    Wyatt: Nothing, sleep well.
    Stephane: Thanks you too
     
    I wanted to see her again, like tomorrow, but I didn’t want to appear creepy.  It’s funny how when you don’t date for a while, you forget the basics.  When was it ok to ask for another date?  How soon after a date should you call or text?  Everything seemed to be about texting these days.  Maybe I’m crazy but the sound of a woman’s voice when they first wake up or as they are falling asleep is one of the sexiest things in the world.  You don’t get that with a text.  You don’t get to hear the want or need in her voice when she misses you.  I’m not old but maybe I’m old fashioned.  I was turning out the lights and walking into my bedroom when my phone buzzed.
     
    (11:54pm)
    Stephane:  Wyatt?
    Wyatt:  Yes?
    Wyatt:  I had a great time.  I would like to see you again.
    Wyatt: If all it takes is hurting myself then I will get frequent flyer miles at the hospital!
    Stephane:  Haha! Not funny Mister!  You just want to pick the movie next time.
    Wyatt:  Well there is that! Lol
    Stephane:  LOL! Talk to you later Wyatt.
    Wyatt: Wouldn’t have it any other way.
     
    Yes!! I shouted! I was actually nervous that she wouldn’t want to go out again.  I felt like I had redeemed myself from the Halloween party fiasco but I wasn’t sure until now. 
     
    Stephane wasn’t my usual type, which was petite, blonde and busty. That was probably a good thing because my “usual type” had been nothing but trouble.  Just look at my most recent ex as an example.  April was the second girl I had ever been serious about in my life.  The first was Lola.  Never trust a girl named Lola.  She was a foreign exchange student from France when I was in school.  She was a few years younger than me.  I was in grad school and she was still in undergrad.  We were together for about a year when I discovered that she had been having an affair, with her married Econ professor.  I was crushed or at least I thought I was.  I later realized I was infatuated with her because of her accent and her body.  Honestly she was a royal bitch! 
     
    April and I had started out as friends and co-workers at my old company Jean Smith Consulting.  That should have been a red flag because she apparently likes to sleep where she eats.  I was instantly attracted to her, but she had a boyfriend when we first met, so I waited.  I became her shoulder when she needed to cry and her sounding board when she needed to talk or just wanted a guy’s opinion.  I was her go-to guy.  I figured it was just a matter of time and it would all pay off. Whenever she came to me about something I took mental notes.  What she liked, what she didn’t, what turned her on and off, etc.  Don’t get me wrong I’m not some creepy stalker dude.   I had my own thing going during that time.  And after a little while, I noticed something.  Whenever she got word of a girl I was seeing or interested in she