Rule Breaker is a woman definitely have an interest in. After our first date, I wanted to see her again, and the plan was to see her a week after the first one. At this point, I didn’t know what I was doing. All of the dating advice, rules, and tips were being stacked in an order that I could not predict or was being thrown own. I was working without a script, a plan, most of it had been thrown out. After the first date, I had every intention to call her the next day. Things didn’t happen that easily.

I got dumped into a world insane schedules and work that would eat my time like Pac-Man would power pills. The day after our date, I didn’t call, neither the day after that, or the following day. I kept on arriving home late, being exhausted from the work I was doing, having to juggle a few million other things. This wasn’t a good thing at all. It wasn’t until Saturday when I dialed her number, but she was out of town and I was reacquainted with her best friend, her voicemail.

Now, logic would dictate I was screwed the pooch and had no chance to ever see this woman again. I keep advising women if a guy is interested into you, he will call within the first week of meeting you. Afterwards, you haven’t a chance. Life happens, iPads get released after the first date, and our time, much like yours, becomes tied up. I know women have a smaller window (2 to 3 days). It’s almost as if they have a shot clock in their homes that counts the days down. In all honesty, if a guy likes you, he will call within a week, more than likely twice if he didn’t reach you the first time.

I called again on Monday, the day before our possible second date. I was getting worried and unsure of what was going to happen. I enjoyed my time with her on the first date, I had to be sure I would see her again. After work, I made sure I dialed her number, and this time I struck gold. It was a huge relief when she picked up. We talked and I apologized for not calling sooner. She understood, telling me she had left me a voicemail and reminded me that she was out of the city for the weekend. My phone suddenly buzzed in my ear, indicating I had just received said voicemail. We talked for a bit and arranged date number two, which would occur at a place she had mentioned and I was interested in seeing.

I arrived, and we talked, had a drink, and enjoyed each other’s company. During the first twenty minutes of the date I was a bit out of it, not sure why. She was her interesting, attractive self, we clicked well, but something was wrong, felt wrong. It wasn’t her, it was me. I later realized that I had gone into this second date expecting failure, most women I liked hadn’t gone past the second date. I had to shift my gears to ensure this date would go well, I had to think of this date in terms of success rather than failure.

After a drink, we decided food was in order, and there was a burger place, not to far away. In leaving the place, we walked thru a park, where I insisted we walk arm in arm. I think I mentioned if this date was an actual date, we should act like it. I don’t quite remember the wording, but soon her arm was hooked with mine. I was happy. When we arrived at the place, she mentioned we should sit by a window. I liked the idea. The restaurant had these large ceiling to floor windows that peered outside. It was beginning to snow, which made the scene a bit magical. The problem was, there was another couple in our potential seat. The hostess told us they were about to leave, and we could wait at the bar.

Time passed, and they were still seated in our seat. We began to wonder if we should just sit somewhere else. We both had a goal in mind, window seats, and were willing to wait for them. So we did. More time passed and the hostess seemed to join in the fun, wondering what was taking those two people so very long. She went over and assisted in securing our seats, and even placed a reserved plaque on the table. It was a cute, memorable happening.

Dinner was great, as we delved into more personal subjects. I almost let loose my secret at SCG, but stopped and mentioned I had a dating coach. She seemed to take it in stride, although I was tripping over my words. After dinner, I walked her to the train station. We were taking the same trains, but in different directions. We talked and walked, with the snow falling on us, arm in arm. Suddenly she slipped, I clenched my arm, and she held onto it, making sure she avoided hitting the pavement. “Wow, you’re strong!” She said. The ego boost shot thru me like adrenaline, I had scored major points, but still had an unfinished task.

I wanted to kiss Rule Breaker. I had since the first date. When I told a friend, she reminded me to man up. “If you want to kiss her, kiss her damnit!” She told me, and she was right. When we reached the train station, and were about to part, I had two options, either let her go without a kiss or take this as my final opportunity. We hugged, and I placed my hand in hers. Soon after our lips met, in a short but great kiss that struck me to the core. What ever armor I had was blown right off, I was putty at the moment and I let her know it.

I had reached success! I set my goals for the date and had met them with a woman I found attractive. This was a good sign, a very good sign. What made it even better was, I would see her again in a few days.