I assume he's a decent kisser, then.
Um. Not bad. (How pathetic is it that I'm actually all blushsome and cagey? Good God. I write fucking pr0n, for heaven's sake. Sort yourself out, woman.)
I'm still not sure what I think of him, though. He's more ex-pattish than me, I think, which could be problematic, but he didn't actually come out with anything offensive. Yet. I think I like him. But I'm deeply suspicious that he may be secretly evil, or just secretly irritating.
We spent quite a bit of yesterday texting, and he invited me out for dinner, but I'd just eaten and was shopping with a friend at the time.
...meara tells me that texting hasn't really hit the States. This boggles my mind.